Fifty-eight Truisms and a Story
By Ken Walters
To Joyce, of course, I love you
To Shelly, Ben and Rusty, I love you, too
To Heather, Matthew and Katy
To Bugsy and Mugsy, Leighton and Bentley,
And to any other grandchildren, or glimmers in the eye, I have yet to meet
I write this in my fifty-seventh year, soon after the birth of currently my newest grandchild. If he goes through the stages of life that we most do, that unconditional love followed by that adolescent rebellion, he might understand this work in his maturity, while I am teetering on a cane. Until then, this work is for anyone who chooses to read it. Perhaps, there is a line of wisdom or two. None of the ideas or words is particularly new–No idea or word is.