I was born in 1959; depending upon the year, I am 62.

You have fallen into a fallacy trap. My posts aren't of quality, no matter how many words they are. Fun is difficult. At best, my words are slightly whimsical, as you can read in my article about Immigration to Canada.

The people of northern Canada have a custom of erecting something called an Inukshuk.

I consider my ramblings on Steemit to be my Inukshuk. Possibly in 100 years, some distant descendant will read my thoughts and questions and get a sense of who I am. Occasionally I get to slip in my pride for my children.

My children, Rebecca and Edward, from 10 years ago.