So long ago, when I was young and infatuated with everything female, an author of so many foolish love letters,  Where does one turn at middle age when "life" and other passions dumb down the writer you thought you had been?  There, I am a question mark.  Raised in Jasper, Alabama (the rounded biscuit and gravy shaped side of the South), did my basic training just north of Chicago, and submarine patrols out of Holy Loch, Scotland, before marrying into Academia where I lived and learned amongst the Amish in Central, P.A.  Then, the shadow of my first wife and a two-year-old girl led me to Wake Forest Law School.  Now remarried and the father of that same bright child plus one (two Wandering Stars for daughters)--I guess some infatuations will always linger--only the love letters now have a different angle--though they would say, no less silly or foolish.