I ask myself that every day. But in reality I am just me.
I am a 53-year-old divorced man with two adult sons whom I love more than life. I am a trainer for a pharmacy automation company headquartered in Montreal. It seems I spend all my time now on the road. My rough estimate was 330 days on the road in 2018. Before this position, I had the privilege of driving all over the United States for another company. I can proudly say I have been to all of the states and Puerto Rico.
I only tell you this because I am a nomad. I call no place home. I rent because it’s easier and I treat it like a comfortable climate controlled storage area with perks.
My love of writing happened when I joined the U.S. Army and they made me a photojournalist. It was either embrace it or be a foot soldier. I embraced it. I will tell you I do not have a vast vocabulary or profound wisdom from which to pull my prose. It took me three tries to get through college English. Yes, I am one of those. But, here I am, and if you are reading this, then I guess you want to know.
I spent 13 years in the army, and then found a job as a technical writer (not my forte) and then spent 10 1/2 years with the next company and now in to my third real job post military. I am a loyal lap dog when you get me.
I have a bazillion hobbies. Besides poetry and other written words, I make jewelry, have been a professional photographer and still shoot, bicycle, hike and camp. I love the mountains, and would spend eternity on one if I could.
So that’s about all the wisdom on me that I have at this moment. If you want to know anything else specific, just shoot me a comment. I guess I’ll have a comment page somewhere.