I’m an old guy, born in 1944. Been around long enough to have a lot of ideas, opinions, and not be afraid to articulate them. I’m also a recovering alcoholic, and if you know anything about drunks, you know they have their share of opinions, too.
I grew up reading. I have a brother and sister 13 and 16 years older, respectively, and a brother 7 years my junior, so I was, for practical purposes, the only kid on a hardscrabble farm in Central Florida. My parents believed in education and provided us with what opportunities they could. Principally, that amounted to books, as we were poor — although I didn’t realize that until many years later. With no electricity on the farm until I was about seven, no TV, and no other kids around, I began reading early (by the light of kerosene lamps) and haven’t stopped since.
In my checkered career I’ve been a lifeguard, college student, paint salesman, pilot, flight instructor, gun shop clerk, police officer and administrator, security guard and rehab worker.
I got sober in 1989 along with my wife, who now works as a grief and addiction therapist and is also my hero. Two daughters, one granddaughter, two wonderful sons-in-law, and two black cats. Life is good.
I’ve been writing all my life, too: lesson plans, technical writing, editing, articles for trade journals, training handouts — I even once wrote an accreditation manual for a police department — over 1000 pages. Think that was deadly boring? Trust me, you’re waayyy low!
I’ve also been journaling for most of my adult life, in fits and spurts. Going back over some of the old (how embarrassing!) stuff from my newly-sober years, I realized that it wasn’t too bad. Not too long after that, I began writing for various sites on the Web, as well as for my own pleasure.
These are some of the results. I hope you enjoy them.