The Hilarious Chronicles of an Aging Medicine Man and Curling Enthusiast

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.