These are my lines on a paper napkin. Napkins are disposable. When no longer useful, we discard them. We too are useful and eventually go away. However, descriptions of past places and unusual and challenging events and funny, risky, and tragic episodes are flotsam that keep our essences in the life current of succeeding generations. This book coheres a riot of random chatter from my life, a life not boring or uninteresting, but a life pulsing with adventures. An examined life full of trials, trauma, fun, frolic, risk, sorrow, silliness, great joy, and worth telling for the inherent lessons. Eventually I'll forfeit my being; however, by putting my lines in a book, perhaps this life won't end up in a waste bin so quickly.