I’m figuratively dusting off some essays I wrote between the early sixties and the mid-nineties. I’m editing them to make the stories flow more smoothly; they were a bit stilted in the original versions. I confess I’m using pseudonyms to protect the, um, innocent and not so innocent. I’m also trying to disguise locations and time frames—same reason as above. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

Even more important, I don’t want to dredge up old rumors or start new ones.

I don’t think “certain people” from my deep, dark past (ahem, just kidding about that dark past, folks) would be interested in anything I might write. However, I don’t want to chance freaking out those certain people, or worse, making them angry.

Yes, I write creative non-fiction, and I do exaggerate a bit, but not by much.

And I don’t poke fun at individuals, other than myself.