Who am I?
I ask myself that every day. But in reality I am just me.
I am a 50-year-old divorced man with two adult sons whom I love more than life. I am a traveling salesman. I spend all my time now in the following states: Maryland, Delaware, West Virginia, Virginia (why is it not East Virginia?), North and South Carolina, Georgia, Florida and Alabama. Before this sales position, I had the privilege of driving all over the United States for my company. I can proudly say I have been to all but two states, Rhode Island (I didn’t want to drive the two miles to say I did) and Alaska.
I only tell you this because I am a nomad. I own no house, rent nothing and call no place home. I guess you could say I am purposely homeless, but with a great job.
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 moved to my current employer. 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.