Why do I blog (short answer to Bane)

It's the vent out of my normal life that won't burn in a fire or disappear if I die which is somewhat important considering my line of work. If I keel over from a chunk of lead falling sideways though my delicate flesh, my son can come back one day and say, hey that's my pop. How many people out there don't get a chance get to know their parents before they die because they lacked communication skills? I know I won’t have that problem. There are gaps in my life here but the important stuff won’t be forgotten.