Don't understand why I don't just stop and fall into a rocking chair. But I just published on Kindle (only) a separate edition of just Part One of "My Three Suicides." Even though it's non-fiction, it stands alone as the equivalent of a long short story or a novelette. It covers that very formative period of a boy's life from 3 to 13-years-old. Theme of the section: This is what happens to a boy who believes everything grownups tell him. Title: "What Music We Heard." The story concludes with an attempt to get to heaven, using a trolley car in an unorthodox way. Stay Creative friends. Your turn may be next.