A quick search of the word “posterity” in this blog reveals it several times.

Clearly it’s on my mind a fair amount.

Thing is, I love to write, love to scribble down; that was probably the initial spark for these writings, to honor and capture and chase the muse.

Still is.

And I write for the world, in case anything might resonate with the any of the other eight billion odd humans on the planet.

More clear to me now too as my elders are mostly gone, I write for my kids, that particular posterity, for sure.

“What would Dad say?”

It might just be here somewhere.