The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Saturday, March 1, 2008

and the worm turns

OMG! I'm still digesting all the information I have received today.

I opened my mailbox to find an envelope from the state child welfare division, and all the way back to my apt I couldn't figure out what it was.


It appears the woman at the vital record office at teh county courthouse was wrong. Kansas is an open record state, and today I received all the offocial papers regarding my adoption decree. Daddy was never named, but Mommy dearest was apparently white trash from the get-go.

JoAnn Taylor was indeed my biological mother. I am so putting that on the internet!

I'm kind of reeling from it all, so all I'm going to say until i come to some rational decisions, which are not likely on this $100 bottle of wine I just opened, is...

My name is Douglas Taylor.