Looking Out My Backdoor: Times when you wonder

Do you ever have times when you wonder who you are? I mean, you might be sitting under the cottonwood tree, perfectly content one moment; the next moment you feel like the essence of you is outside your skin, looking at your body askance, as if to say, "Now who are you?"

You might follow that observation with the notion that who you are is not who you ever meant to be. Well, that's my story. Given some of the wrong turns and dead ends in my life, I guess I'm lucky. I never came anywhere near the life I imagined for myself. Luck, huh?

I've always said I never have any luck. I've never won anyth...