I once thought I could know everything. I was wrong.

It was always my thing to stretch. I stretched my English major into a History major. In business school, I stretched my accounting major into a judgment on life itself, debits and credits for everybody.

I have tried to know too many things. I know more about most things than most people do, but it’s not enough. Particularly now, I am at a loss. Spent my life writing but there’s no happy result in the offing. On every front, right as I was, I lose.

All I can say is that I’m still here. Have to remember that, as ignorant as I am, I still know more than most. More than the alphabet networks, TV pundits, and entertainment loudmouths combined. Quietly. Quietly. I’m actually smart. With a quarter century track record to prove it.

If only holes didn’t open up when I’m trying to close the deal…