Publisher's Synopsis
JUICE: slang. Vigorous life and vitality. JUICY: Richly interesting, lively, racy. JUICE UP: To make exciting, energize. When I am asked what my IQ is, I respond, that's not important. It's CQ. Comes back the question: CQ? Yeah, Curiosity Quotient. Curiosity is a gypsy blessing visited upon me. It's motivated me to move over sixty times. I avoid, with great intent and dexterity, to never even consider being a clocker ... that's a 9-5er. A lock-step, daily routine, year after year, would drop kick my joie de vivre in the butt..er, my Juice!. I have a theory: I relive past life episodes in this life time to come to a realization of what that particular lesson was all about and move on ... or not! That's the only way I have of explaining all the disjointed lifestyles I've experienced in such a short time in planet earth. There's a stint in the Rocky Mountains, studies at a Buddhist college, a tropic isle locale, a marriage in a Cherokee 6 airplane and the list goes on. For example, the seventies were a time of learning about life-after-death via very personal tales that come to me repeatedly, although unsolicited. The "force" was setting me up for events headed my way. I find that when I listen, really listen to others with a non-judgmental air, humans pour out their stories, act out their fantasies. All I have to do is spread a gentle smile across my face, lean forward with my ears flapping in the breeze to catch their words and Voila! Friends, school chums, kids, lovers, even a stranger on a bus will reveal the darnest things ... odd fascinations that I had no idea were going on, out there ... somewhere. Sixty-seven years and, boy, do I have some stories to tell about adventures, close calls, and several "oops". I've peeked around corners and been backed into a few. Reality is relative .... This is MY story and I'm stickin" to it!