I have a muse named Charley. I call him a muse but honestly I’m not sure what he is. More than likely he’s a product of my imagination, except that sometimes he says stuff I would never say or even think. Like he tells me I’m sexy, which is one of the last adjectives I’d use to describe my soon to be fifty-four-year-old self. He also seems to love me with an unconditional passion that I find frankly embarrassing. All of which leaves me wondering, who is this guy? Charley