April 17th, 2012 I'm using my body like a springboard as I bounce off the Social Security Office building wall. I'm here due to the passing of my wife. I may be able to get early benefits for my boys. Earlier, when I arrived for my 9:05am appointment, I had to park my car in the overpacked parking lot and walk a reasonable distance to the front entrance. I had to bring my youngest son, Christopher, with me since I didn't have a babysitter. My son is very independent, so I let him walk with me rather than grab the bulky double stroller. We began our journey down the long stretch of roadway that coming cars drive up and down in their quest for the best parking space. The cars circle the parking lot like vultures, sensing death in the air. Yet, the drivers of those cars are glued to their cell phones, oblivious to the sight of life walking around them. I made sure Christopher stayed close to my right leg, keeping him away from traffic. I placed my right hand on his le...
It's time to move forward and blog about life's journeys, discoveries and my short stories I have always wrote. I will always be Captain Imperefecto because I lead an imperfect life.