This blog is about me because it will probably be more than about my discovering and dealing with the likelihood of Parkinson’s disease.

I’m 66 years old, married to Merry-Ken the Piper girl, and live in Rolla, MO.  This photo is not too outdated.  It’s of me doing something in our house guest book.  I thought the picture was a little like me making periodic entries into this “diary”/blog.

I’m the first of the Moore boys (Bob, Dan, Tim, Sam) and last is our priceless sister, Dee.  (In the main page photo it’s me, Sam, Tim, and Dan).  The blog title suggests that I belong to someone.  I do, mostly.  Genetically I belong to my incomparable parents.  Of course I also belong as well to the rest of my environment and to the choices that I’ve made.

I used to have the cuteness of a youngster:
BobbyAh, well…

When I first realized that in fact I had probably joined the 2 % of the population that gets Parkinson’s Disease (PD), I recalled recently having read a quote from M. Scott Peck (The Road Less Traveled).  It gave me perspective and I paraphrase it here:

Life is difficult.  Once we accept that, we can then transcend the adversities.  They no longer matter.  We can go on and live life (even a difficult life–whose is not?).


5 thoughts on “About”

  1. I wonder why it is only in our later years, often, that we admit to the ‘life is difficult’ part. I think the aspect of hope makes us hold a perceived view of the future as quite ‘normal’ and trouble free…grow old gracefully and die(most likely in our sleep). I know most have faith in spiritual realities that relate to physical life that give us hope ‘beyond the grave’, but in a very physical sense, we most often have an unrealistic view of the future of our lives.

    Hoping for the best, Sam

    • Yes, it’s hard to see things as other than “normal” for ourselves when we’re young. The “it-won’t-happen-to-me” posture is evident in the person, who for example, goes without ear plugs around noise and says that they can still hear just fine. Some bad things tend to happen gradually.

      • Caught me redhanded on that one. 50 % midrange hearing loss in both ears. PS Remember the Smothers Brothers’ “A slither-dee-dee crawled out of the sea. He may catch all the others, but he won’t catch me. Oh now he wont catch me, no he wont catch me. He may catch all the others, but he…gulp, crunch, squish?

        Hey, I going bow hunting in the morning. Dont tell that veggen wife of yours, I want her to still like me.

  2. Sorry about the hearing loss, Sam. I didn’t know. Good luck on your hunt. Merry-Ken, by the way, has tasted some of my paleo-diet buffalo meat that was grass fed, hormone and antibiotic free, and shot with a bow on the South Dakota ranch where they are raised. It’s delicious. Also, she’s not veggan or vegitarian. She eats fish all the time, on rare occasions turkey, and now buffalo.

  3. It doesn’t look like she’ll be adding any venison to her list–at least not from me. Later

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