That's not fair, Walt. You seem to have forgotten the fact that I offered to walk you through it step-by-step. What more can I do than that?
Also, don't forget that all of these things are two-way streets. I've been on here numerous times, and I've noticed you haven't said hi. Yes. Wounded straight through the heart and into the brain. (Always been a bad aim.)
'Tis merely a flesh wound.
I think your skin is too thin. My uncle is the same way, laments that he keeps bruising and cutting himself on things, in his seventies. Walking is good for the heart, gets the cardiovascular system pumping. In-law nurse tells us of where she works, the exercisers, vegetable now, body okay, the mind gone, fed by machine, loved by ones. And you bet, life is a two-way street, it's the same distance from door-to-door. I might not have said "hi" because you took my posts to be psycho mail. I said, you're skin is too thin. It is. If you took my honest criticism of your story to be psycho mail, your skin is too thin, and you're unlikely to take some criticism, or likely to take it the wrong way. I've read three or four of your stories now, have commented on them...my comments seem to have disappeared. Walk me through that. I provided one story, have yet to receive much in the way of feedback. But life is a two-way street I'm told. I have to go see a man about a dog.