My friend Jim has severe cerebral palsy. I had a very hard time understanding him before I came down with the profound deafness. We facebook about his motorized scooter and not being able to go out, my limitation that way so any ice and I stay in unless I have help. We discuss stuff like oreo cookies being smaller and ice cream getting whipped so it weighs half. My sister out west keeps me abreast of my nieces soccer, her son's construction job and the weather on the left coast. My overseas friends chirp in. My daughter posts something before work for her English fiancé.

My band has a facebook account and there are photos and posters. I guess in the old days someone could have found out who was in the band and gone to their house and ripped them off. Not much of that going on here.

It's what it is. And how you use it. Jim couldn't say motorized scooter so 20 percent could understand it. But he gets the typing done with a big old keyboard and lots of patience. I have lost 80 percent of my voice and I moved the printer upstairs so i can have conversations with my wife. Good thing for those typing classes in high school. I should have paid more attention to compound interest and I'd have cash, though I wouldn't be as rich as I am 'cause no one is after my money, they just hang out with me for my good looks.

John Conley
Musica est vita