As the years roll by, I've found myself compelled to share every quirky detail of my life. It's not just a need; it's a duty. So, here it goes: my curling skills, my computing app search, and my unrivaled collection of medicine stones since 1972. But above all, being a Medicine Man is my number one pride. Don't worry, this story is going to be a wild ride.
Let's start with curling. In my final year, I was the skip of the boys' team. When it came time to select the mixed teams for the year, I got the last choice. We lost our first two games and never another. Looking back, this was my very best team. What made it special? I swept every rock—every single one of them, even my own, and some of theirs. I changed the ice, making it far, far keener.
Never threw a knockout, just tap backs and freezes. When most rocks are in play, things got crazy and fun. This would be a winning strategy today, guaranteed.
Next, let's talk about my computing app search. It started out real simple and added in existing features one by one. Picture this: an old man hunched over a computer, furiously typing away, trying to make sense of the latest technology. It's a sight to behold.
And then there are my medicine stones. Since 1972, I've collected an unrivaled assortment. Each stone has a story, a memory, a piece of history. Imagine an old man with a twinkle in his eye, holding up a stone and recounting its tale with the enthusiasm of a child.
So, there you have it. The hilarious chronicles of an aging Medicine Man and curling enthusiast. Life may be getting old, old, old, but the stories and laughter never do.