I love old things. I suppose it is becuz I am old! I was born between dirt and baseball, my friends.

Here is an image of the wall of my apartment. I live in a 110 year old livery stable. I would have it no other way, ya know?

Life here is good. I approach the end of days, and have no regrets. I am loved, cared for, and my life is at it should be.

What more do we need than that?

Peace,

Charlie~