Back in the 70s we hung out with Dick Bach. Before Illusions, before he meet Leslie and before he went totally around the bend.

Seeing the luck he had with the ladies, I decided that I too needed to be reincarnated. Damn did it work the trick?

My story was not one of being a king, prince or such. In my previous life, I was a junior officer in the battle of St. Petersburg. Along with my men we died of dysentery or hypothermia in the snow.

It came to an end when I meet a lady I really liked and tried to tell her it was all a joke. Only one life, No god/s, No soul and NO fucking reincarnation.

She would not give up the idea that she had been a member of the Japanese Imperial family; too bad.

She ended up putting a guy through law school who left her good looking but delusional ass for a younger, planted in reality, atheist. Last I heard she was teaching grade school somewhere in Colorado. The guy she put through law school is now a Federal Judge.

What can I do to make you feel welcome? I'm a free-thinker, so I keep my mind open about stuff...