Hello there! Welcome to this crazy little blog of mine.
The title is a reference to the famous Dylan Thomas poem, “Do not go gentle into that good night” (but rage against the dying of the light, etc. — I drank a shot of Jameson’s whisky in his honor at the White Horse pub in New York City a while back, a place where it is said he drank 18 shots of Jameson and died that night at 39 years old; but that’s another story.) And as Thomas declares in the poem, and if you are anything like me, you will not give up. You will not fade away. You will not go gentle into that good night. You rage against the dying of the light. You want to explore everything this life has to offer before we are dragged off, kicking and screaming, to that next Great Adventure.
So let’s see what this adventure is all about, shall we?
Hey, along with my wife Virginia and our faithful dog, Wyatt Earp Clark, we moved to Portugal! For at least two more years. Call it an experiment in grey; an are-you-crazy-or-what-senior-meltdown — call it whatever you like, but this is our way of stepping out of our comfort zone, not settling in for life’s last stand. Call it brave or foolish (or a huge dollop of both), we are committed to taking a peek around every corner we can. While we still can.
Care to join us?
Welcome aboard, matey!