Who am I?

We sometimes ask ourselves this existential question and for good reason - It helps us understand us and shape us during times of great personal introspection.

But for some of us...a few of us...it's a great mystery.

It's long story about how I came into this mystery of "Who am I?"...

It reaches down deep into a personal journey of Identity...and not having one...which is quite unsettling!

I went to my Home Town...and found that I'd never been there before!

I found all of the old photos and old stories about my Home Town...NONE of it matched!

I walked all five of the cemeteries of that small New England village...Looking for a tombstone with my name on it...

And what I found needs a rather long story or series of stories to tell...

Let me get the courage up and the time and I will tell it all...

TBD