Hey! Paper Boy!

BAD NEWS

In 92 my wife kept after me about my breath smelling bad. I thought I had some teeth going bad. After all, I was 52. About time something went bad. I went to the dentist and had them fixed. I had lost about 40 pounds also. I was on a diet so didn't think much about the weight loss. Every time I wanted a snack I would have some cold water instead. This seemed to work quite well. I had eliminated all my snacks but Cokes. I was drinking about a case a week.

"Your breath still stinks. Why don't you go get a physical checkup?" She just kept harping on it until in the summer of 92 I went to the local quack and had the checkup.

Well folks it culdn't get much worse. I had sugar in my urine. Lots of it. Honeybees were fighting over it. Flies were following me around waiting for me to urinate. It took a year to get things half way under control. My weight went down hill fast. I got down to 180 pounds. From 240 to 180, that's a loss of sixty pounds. Gee mom my pants all fall off. My wife didn't think it was too funny. She had gone to work at a plastics company two years before I got on the paper route. The pay wasn't bad and it gave her something to do. She's been there twelve years now and is still loving it. If a person can find something they like to do and get paid for it they have it made.

There are many complications that go along with diabetes. I won't go into them here. Some are downright embarrassing. It can cause kidney failure, Blindness, loss of circulation to extremities, heart problems, high blood pressure and a host of other problems.

With all these worries I thanked God I only suffered from a few of the associated problems and went on with my life.

Very early in my career as a paper boy I bought a word processor and started writing again. I had done some writing in the Navy. I wrote a book called VIRGINS IN THE HAYLOFT which sold to Suree. Ltd. of Santee Ca. I wrote it under the name James Blair. It was an outright sale for only $400.00. I understand it did pretty good. It was an X rated novel about a farm boy and his adventured with a farmer's two daughters. Enough said. I also wrote MILL TOWN the story of a small town and the general life of its young people, another X rated novel but for some reason it didn't sell.

For a couple of years, while I was busy throwing papers I had been thinking about this character called BOWMAN. He was some kind of a genetic freak. He didn't have any offspring but he didn't die. He got stronger, faster, and wiser as he grew up from the dawn of history to the distant future. I had all kinds of adventures with him in my mind as a ran the route. What the heck, I had run it long enough I could do it blindfolded. I started putting BOWMAN on paper. When I finished I had 113,000 words. http://electric-bookworm.bigstep.com has the contract for BOWMAN. I hope he is a success. It's about time something was.

OOPS!!

One foggy morning me and the Geo were plowing along at about 25 miles per hour. It was so foggy I had to sit on top of the sterring wheel to see the road right in front of the car.