Fourscore and seven years ago … no wait.

In the beginning … uhh, no that’s not it either.

Once upon a time. Yeah, that works.

Once upon a time I wrote for a living. I thought I got paid by the word until I saw my benefits package and realized I’d struck gold. Then, 37 years later, I wrote myself into retirement and I’ve been running wild and free on the literary Serengeti ever since.

No proofing. No copy editing. No approval sources.

By the way, I’m RaMar Gorby Orgeron. Married. Kids. Dogs. Ice cream for breakfast.

We all know you’re supposed to write about what you know. I know about the stuff I see when I leave the house. Also the coordinates for all the Cold Stone Creameries, dogs, the human condition, and why Walmart looks more Village of the Damned than usual this morning.

So that’s the scoop. And here we are.

Tallyho.