Center of the Universe

Am a sort of fly by the seat of my pants type of fellow that believes in serendipitous occasions that present themselves in such a way as to make the basic story lines of life just a little more flavorful. Can enjoy the solitude of a day listening to gulls and tides sliding past Submarine Rock down by the lighthouse, or people watching in a chamelian sort of way. Find that I'm a rich man in that I can spend my time in pretty much extravagant ways, that is with as little accounting as possible, except to my beloved "she who must be obeyed", Kathi. I can't sing very well, but usually have a tune frolicing about in m'brain anyhow, where only I can hear if I'm off key. Moosehead and a fresh breeze have a fine edge to them here in the center of the universe.....St Martins, West Quaco, New Brunswick.