For many, many years I allowed Robert-The-Corporate-Drone (RTCD) to step forward and act as my outer persona. True, I was also a husband and father, but they were merely part of RTCD. Robert-The-Renaissance-Man (RTRM), writer, sculptor, and artist, took a back seat and had to be content with the occasional weekend and evening when RTCD hadn't stressed and worn out the body too much to do anything creative.

Now that I'm retired, no, make that changing careers, I am now allowing RTRM to navigate us down the river of life. The change is good. Heck, I'm 65 years old and just now getting a Yahoo account.