whistler73

Like Tears In Rain Memory fades into tendrils of mist As the grains of one’s life pass Inexorably and inevitably fast, through The finite expanse of a life’s hourglass What was once shimmering and shining

Happy father's day everyone. Sorry for the late post.

I have to admit...I work "in the industry" but I am getting a bit longer in the tooth than some. That means that while I have decades of experience to draw upon for solid, long-term decision

Hello to all my fellow Ecencians (is that a thing?). This is my first, somewhat obligatory, "self-introduction" first post. My name is Whistler and I dabble in far too many hobbies to be great