I am an invisible. I am 65 years old, and use a cane to get around. When I go out in public people tend to go around me and ignore me. No looking up from their phones, the zombies go around. Looking for help in a store that’s fully staffed and not really too busy, but they don’t see me, I always have to chase someone down to find help or actually call the store and tell them I need assistance on isle 7.

If you’re over 65, or a social outcast, a loner, or you just don’t believe as everyone else does, you could be an invisible too. One of the society of ghosts.

If you’d like to know what this blog is about, it’s kinda about nothing, and everthing. I’m on a thing called cognitive decline. So far I’m doing good. I can’t remember half of what I did yesterday, but I remember the heck out of the other half.

This is not an overly political blog, but crap creeps in. Know what I mean? Not everything I post will please everyone. Hmmmm just like everything else in this world. If you don’t like a post, throw me a comment or at least check my other posts. You might find something you like better.