The youngest of four boys, I was one of those “accidents” that happen 10 years after a couple decides to stop having children. My parents had lived through the Great Depression and World War II and instilled a strong belief in the values of integrity, hard work, faith and family.
As a young man, I enrolled in Graphic Arts at a vocational school. My logic for selecting that course was simple—the majority of my fellow classmates were beautiful girls. It proved to be a great decision. Not only did I go on to have a successful career in a dynamic industry, I also married the prettiest girl in class.
Over the years, I was blessed with a number of wonderful mentors. These people shared their knowledge, wisdom, and insights and gave me opportunities to grow both professionally and personally.
For over 20 years, I managed one of the largest in-house printing facilities in America. The one thing that gave me the most satisfaction during my career was being able to help others develop their leadership and interpersonal skills as they rose through the ranks.
I began writing at an early age, primarily songs and poems. In my early 50s, I was introduced to a writing critique group and soon learned I had a knack for writing humor. This seemed to come naturally to me, as I had spent my youth feeding my brain a constant diet of cartoon and comedy shows like Rocky & Bullwinkle, Green Acres, and Gilligan’s Island. My heroes were people like Jonathan Winters, Patrick McManus, and Dave Barry (who by the way has referred to me as his idol).
Today, my wife and I reside on a small slice of heaven in Northwest Arkansas that my great-grandfather homesteaded in the 1890s.
Horror, Psychological Thrillers, Poetry, Flash Fiction
Stories From Within
Finding ways to make words sparkle
This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
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I may make you feel, but I can't make you think.
All the Blogging That's Fit To Print
AS I TOLD THE GIRL THAT I LOST MY VIRGINITY TO, THANKS FOR LAUGHING AT ME HERE TODAY.
I don't write, I touch without touching.
A Humor Blog
Stylistically Abusing Language for the Betterment of Mankind
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And the worst things. And all that weird stuff in between.