A very young Catalyst with his mom.
And here's what it has led to.
A somewhat stunned Catalyst last night upon finishing a re-reading of George Orwell's apocalyptic opus "1984".
And today, Gentle Readers, your scribe became 77 years old.
The picture of Mom and I was taken in 1940.
I find it amazing to realize that I have lived in two centuries.
(Not through two centuries, you smart alecks!)
Incidentally, some of you younger readers may not be familiar with that term.
I was looking it up and found that Wiktionary says it may have derived from the name of Aleck Hoag, a 19th Century con man and thief.
But to get back to the present, I am feeling fine for my advanced years and fully expect to be around for a few more.
Oh, and the stunned look in the second picture above is due to what I perceive as the "message" of the novel as related to the current state of the world.
Y'all might want to read it.
Read it and weep, so they say.
As for today being my 77th birthday, that should mean it's a lucky day.
So I guess I'll go buy a lottery ticket.
Wish me luck!
