Yeah, COPD is a B.... But the one thing I no for sure is I'm glad I wasn't good enough to hit the road or tournament trail when I was younger. My wife (GF back in 1966) wanted to give me $5000 to see how far I could go with pool. After some thought (unusual for me back then) I decided I didn't want that life. To this day I agree with that thinking. I was just good enough to have to struggle from day to day, town to town never having anything of my own. I went on the road for about 18 months in the late 1950's. I hit 36 states. I went broke about 5 times and had to work where ever I went broke, (mechanic, dishwasher, short order cook), what ever job I could find. Yes I had many good times on the road, but the pressure of having to score to eat was no fun for me. Johnnyt
Hi Johnnyt hustlin for hamburgers is what I called it. It was hard and sometimes dangerous but that's what needed to be done or so I thought. I thank God that there was another plan for me and that his mercy was given rather than judgement.
. Every day is made new and we should be too. If you really believe that it's time maybe it is. personally I think that when it's time for me I won't know about it cause I'll be to busy playin. Keep the faith .