I have realized that I lost alot of time with my stroke. The year or so before is more fragmented then childhood memorys. Barely can I remember days of working for the town. Forget the mths before, weeks, days. No wonder I get paranoid. I piece things together. To I have it right? Was I really Elmer J Fudd and I owned a mansion and a yacht? I have a nice house a boat in the drive, but it ant no mansion and yacht. As things get put together I hope Im happy with it.