My name is RT Cunningham, and this my second and final blog site. I’ve had other websites, but I purposely avoided the blog format with them. My first blog was called “Untwisted Vortex”, which I ended in 2013. Some foreign entity has the domain name for it now (they snapped it up when my registration expired).
I won’t offer any photos of me for you to gawk at because I’m not very photogenic. If you really must see what I look like, feel free to visit my profile on Facebook. If you must know, I’m a Caucasian male with a mixed ancestry. Josie, my wife, is a Filipino-American with even more of a mixed ancestry, and we’ve been married since 1985.
My first name is “Richard” but no one I know calls me that. My relatives in the Philippines can’t even pronounce it correctly. I’ve been called many things over the years, some that I can’t even repeat. I used “RT Cunningham” as an alias until I retired from the military. The reason I use it now is that it’s way shorter than my full name. I’ve even had people call me “RT” (mistakenly as “Artie”, which is short for “Artemus”).
I designed the content management system I’m using, discarding anything made by anyone else. It’s a work in progress, but I don’t intend to share it even when I think it’s complete. Regardless, the only thing you’ll ever see is the end result, a static website.
I started this blog in my 60th year of life, 2020. Looking back to the time when I merely 20, I never thought I would make it this far. Now that I have, I intend to keep going until I’m no longer able to do so, mentally or physically.
I spent my first 20 years learning how to become an adult. My next 20 years were about self-sacrifice in the military. The next 20 were about being a father and a grandfather. My remaining years are going to be about everything I can enjoy in my senior years.
I have no doubt I’ll experience senior moments, brain freezes and other lapses in memory and judgment. It happens to everyone as they age, whether they care to admit it or not. If they’re worthy events, I’ll write about them. More than likely, I’ll forget about them before I can.