From the Stone Age to modern times, mankind has relied on storytellers to give meaning to their existence, whether thru shamans, novelists, playwrights or even your old weird uncle. I sorta fall under the “old weird uncle” label, but I nonetheless take serious my role to chronicle the events of my times and to give it meaning. This may mean a certain degree of discomfort for my loved ones, but as someone smarter than I wrote: “Once a writer is born into a family, that family is doomed.”