Late last year, Amy came home from work and found me in the upstairs hallway, curled up in a fetal position, crying from intense back pain.

After weeks of trying to tough my way through the intense pain, I had to face facts and seek medical help. An MRI showed extensive deterioration and lingering damage that — if left untreated — could leave me in a wheelchair within weeks.

Seven weeks of surgical back procedures began, followed by four months of extensive physical rehabilitation. On March 15, I celebrated recovery by climbing on my Harley Davidson for my first ride since early November of 2010.

Some of that period is — and will most likely remain — a blur. At one point I was so stoned on morphine and Valium that friends wondered if I would ever be the same. I learned — to my horror — that one of the web sites I managed at the time was down for more than a week. I have no memory of that happening.

Thankfully, I’ve recovered but I’m not the same. My close call with extreme physical disability led to a re-evaluation of life, purpose and focus.

Life is precious. So is the limited time we have left on this earth. I’ve been fortunate enough to enjoy several lifetimes of adventure during my 63-and-a-half years. A series of emotional ups and down have marked the last two years, brought on in large part by my mother’s declining health and also by some extremely personal joys that cannot be discussed here.

After a lifetime of plunging headlong into public and private battles I’ve grown weary of politics, debate and confrontation. More often I seek the solitude of the open road from the saddle of a Harley-Davidson.

It’s time to enjoy life, soak up the peace and beauty of the world around us and turn my attention and camera lenses to the joys of life.

Others can carry on the good fight.

I’ve served the cause. Time to enjoy life and family.

More to come…