The process of raising me forced my Mom to a crossroad. She had to chose between one of two paths:

1. Go completely insane.

2. Have a sense of humor.

Fortunately my Mom has a great sense of humor.

Actually, much like my father, my Mom is quite an amazing person. When I was young and raced motorcycles, everyone in our family, including my Mom owned a motorcycle. She is a trooper, unafraid of jumping into what ever adventure my father and I dreamed up and as you might imagine we concocted a great many adventures.

Being in her 70s hasn't slowed her down one bit. She volunteers at a local hospital many days each week. As a volunteer at the hospital she is the primary technical support contact for the software that tracks the hospital's volunteer hours, coordinates volunteer schedules and maintains volunteer contact information. And if that doesn't seem time consuming enough, Mom is editor of the hospital news paper.

Plus she is one hell of a shot with a rifle. Probably yet another coping skill required to raise a rambunctious young JHAP.

JHAP
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"My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives."
...Hedley Lamarr (that's Hedley not Hedy)