My Mom died at 63 of breast cancer...she smoked...but I have yearly Mamos and am okay so far. My Dad passed away last year at 87. He was still working 6 days a week, and one Saturday, after he had picked up the mail, climbed the stairs to his office, done the year end bookeeping and reconciled accounts payable and made sure the payroll taxes were done, as well as everything that needed to be done with the mail, he wrote a letter to my brother saying how he loved us and what was to be done with his funereal arrangements and his property. Then he rested his head on the desk and left us.

I have volunteered at the local GLBT center, and there is a social group here. They are mostly young now, and into biking and camping. The club scene is loud techno, and diaper dykes and smoke, so I stay away from them and only go to a quiet little country western place which has wimmin there Thursday nights. They have tried to teach me to line dance, but I'm afraid I'm hopeless.

The social scene I loved with my ex in San Francisco was much more laid back, and there were video nights with pot lucks and visits to the tea garden and high tea at a little tea shop, and harbor cruises. Then of course, we were in San Francisco!!!! We had so much to do there... even shopping is fun there! And we volunteered at various non-profits and political causes...the events were almost like concerts and parties themselves. For my birthday she took me to see Melissa one year and the next to see KD in a really small venue in Oakland. She is definitely a social butterfly lol!

I am a dyed in the wool skeptic, but I think that Nessie and Sasquatch are probably going to be found. I am also psychic, as were my parents. I don't think it's supernatural, but consistant with advantageous characteristics which would fit evolutionary patterns. I can find complement with quantum physics and relativity theorem also. My thoughts and beliefs are very liquid, and I float from paradigm to paradigm as I age, so what I've written in my webpages may not be what I am thinking now. Yes, I am a conundrum, and I don't quite understand myself!

I worked for the State Institution/school/residence facility for teenagers in Caliente NV. They were very upset at me because I treated the girls with respect and didn't slam them up against the wall like the rest of the workers. I always ended up on graveyard shift. But the hardest thing I had to do was strip search the girls when they came back from a furlow (spelling?) I was more embarrassed for them than they were. I miss teaching Sociology, but not High School as I was getting afraid of the students in L.A. I would love to relive the times I was teaching County Special Education as a sub though. Those kids appreciate you and don't pull knives lol!

My email, maniac1916, was a result of a "joke costume" halloween email identity when I had a webtv and moderated a newsgroup. I then used it to open a yahoo account to store html... and then went back to it when Hotmail got so messed up. The 1916 was my Dad's DOB. My Dad's family was English, but our ancestor came here on the ship Lyon in the 16th century. My Dad had that dry sense of humor though, and passed it on to me.

I am on disability, for a large list of things.... things that seem to be plaguing many of my age group now.... diabetic neuropathy, arthritis, back injuries, hypothyroid, depression........ haven't got breast cancer yet... and I get a mamo every year.

This seems like a very superficial view of me... I'm much more complex, but I don't think I could tell you about the real me in a short essay... besides, I seem to change as I write things down, and my beliefs are very liquid....... I flow slowly from one paradigm to another. Who I was is on a website at geocities, and some of me is involved in a new newsgroup at yahoo. Who I am now... you'd have to ask my grandchildren lol!