(A picture of Uncle Bob, Ma and Me.....up on the roof in the Roxbury section of Boston. )

A few days after this picture was taken, I was sent to NE Peabody Home for Crippled Children for the next seven years.

A new life (Janice Karin) has come to earth. Will this life have any meaning? Where will it go? What will it do? Who knows? Who cares? Where's the answer?

On my way down to earth, I think I heard an angel whisper, "God doesn't make junk". This is a hard concept for me to believe to be true.

It's when your life starts coming to an end that some people, such as myself, begin to reflect as to its meaning. It causes one to ponder did God make some of us into nothing but junk afterall.

I sure hope someone gets me a puppy......