Uncle Oompah is very hard to describe, though many have tried—he is not a symbol, with a fixed image, like Uncle Sam—but even I don't know Uncle Oompah any more than God—but what I think he is—is only important. He is not tall, but then he is surely not short—he might be very fat, but then he could look like he is starving. Though he has been around a long, long time he does not show his age, unless you want to see it—the color of his hair cannot be described—and whether he has a beard or glasses, no one ever noticed—his clothes are like we all wear—but very different—his personality is like that of Keith Moon, but he is not like Keith Moon any more than the person writing this.
THIS is a collection of Journals I kept, starting in 1972. I am adding entries here as I find the old journals and type them.
(Please Note: This is in "Blog" format, so to read journals in chronological order, start at the bottom, with the oldest post first, and read upward.)