A friend called me the other day. He’s my age. 75. Wanted a suggestion on how to stay busy. Suggested he write a book. “Write a book? Are you crazy?” “No, I’m serious?” “Got a desk?” “Yes.” “Got a keyboard or paper and pencil?” “Yes.” “You’re off to the races. All you got to do now is sit your fat …. down a couple hours a day and start writing..”
“About what?” “The rain. The volcano erupting in Halemaumau. Clouds. Anything. What your childhood was like. Your teachers, those you liked, those you didn’t. whatever is spinning around in your head.” He didn’t reply. Guess he’s still not busy.