We all reach a certain age where we can remember exactly what we did, said, and felt on any particular day thirty or so years ago, but forget where we parked the car last night. This occurred to me at the age mark of 57, and not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I am going to ride this wagon till the damn wheels fall off. How many times has each of us been told that we should write a book after relaying this or that odd thing that occurred in our lives? I just did.
James Louis Hagerty is a retired highway engineer with the state of Maryland. Born and raised in Baltimore, he now resides in rural Maryland on the edges of Mayberry, which is what he believes to be the geographic center for the entire Mid-Atlantic region of the eastern seaboard of the United States; forty miles to Baltimore and the same to Washington DC, as well as to Harrisburg, PA; only a mere twenty miles to Camp David to the southwest and twenty miles to Gettysburg and Pennsylvania to the northwest. While his household has greatly fluctuated in number over the last 38 years, he now lives with his brother Michael, a Bombay cat, and three mutt dogs.