For pure pleasure.

Once upon a time, I wasn’t going to retire. Ever. They’d have to haul me away.  In a hearse. Yes, I loved writing for newspapers. But 20 years ago, a change of heart. Dear sweet Jeanne had Alzheimer’s. I became a full-time care-giver. With no regrets. Never went back to work again. Though I’m still writing. Daily. Not for money. Instead, for the pure pleasure. Of the written word. --Jim Broede