Steven Granson 
Ramblings of an Old Man 

My father failed to pull out in time and so my twin and I were conceived. The year was 1936, the great depression was showing little sign of ending and my father had been out of work for a long time. About the last thing my parents needed was an additional child, much less twins.

Still, call it fate, pre-determinism, or simply a reluctance to terminate their carnal pleasure in a timely manner. In any event the population of our country increased by two.

I would like to say, the world as a result was forever changed; however unless my twin or I accomplish something really worthwhile in the very near future, it would probably be a bit of an over statement. Not-with-standing it would be fair to say, I for one never regretted being born and never really sympathized entirely with my parent’s dismay at this event.

Over de auteur

I was born in 1936, the height of the great depression. I have now entered the social security years, or more bluntly stated the last chapter of my life … in other words I have grown old.

So here I am, the end is no longer light years away and i feel the need to leave behind something other than a tombstone that once a Steven Granson lived.
To be completely frank, call it presumptuous if you like, I think after a lifetime of living there are some things of value I’ve learned that merit passing on.

Ramblings Of An Old Man, is a tongue in cheek autobiographical account, humorously relating my life from the past to the present.

Today I am retired and living with my wife Susan In South Florida.