I read recently that John Kass, who used to write for the Chicago Tribune, may have quoted someone else saying, “We’re all broken.” Then again, I listened to a Christian program on the radio, and they stated, “We’re all in recovery.”

I’m neither “broken” nor in “recovery.”

What they are doing with their word games is trying to equalize us by bringing down the ‘well’ folks and raising up the not-so-well folks. My answer is, SPEAK FOR YOURSELVES. I may play crazy to distance myself from certain people, but back when I pled not guilty because of insanity, I am as sane as anybody and intelligent beyond (oh, what’s a good word to put here) most. My memory might be crowded, and I don’t recall, was my IQ in the 140s or (low) 150s. Whatever, but I’m not broken, nor, as I stated, in recovery.

I could go on, but why belabor the point.

I’m enjoying a rainy Sunday afternoon, 7 blocks off the shores of Lake Michigan and as many blocks from the streets of Chicago. On July 4th, I will have lived in this location for 37 years. It has been 45 years since I left prison for the LAST TIME. And today is the date, 52 years ago, when I last committed any dreadful illegalities. I thought it was God’s humour when I was placed by Kelly’s Services to work in a Bank (15 feet from the vault) as an accounting clerk. When the bond check arrived, I soon departed, but it was a few months later. But, as they say, I digress. Happy 4th, the Band celebration from Washington D. C is on PBS at 7pm. Tuesday night.