A number of people have asked me why I wear the silly big nose & glasses disguise in all my photos.
No. I am not trying to hide my Earth identity. I’m not some super hero from another planet, I am not the Lone Ranger in an updated costume, and I have not been disfigured in a horrific accident. The answer is both simple and complex. Continue reading
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I’ve had as many goodbyes in my life as hellos.
My formative years were spent as a victim in an alcoholic’s dysfunctional family. I left them after my 16th birthday and began an adventure that became my life. Continue reading
I’ve been on vacation. Is that the right word to use when you’re retired and going out-of-town? I wonder. Anyway, this vacation is a big deal. Several guys fly up to a remote fishing camp in Ontario, Canada. We’ve been doing it for years. In addition to fishing for Muskellunge, We catch up on each other’s lives and confess to how well we can relate to, or cope with, events that seem to pilot our happiness. If you can imagine a “Buddy Film” that has been written and directed by Woody Allen, that would be us. Continue reading
The editor of this newsletter had recently sent me an urgent request for an article. I don’t think it was caused by an outcry from his many readers who missed my column; I doubt many remembered me. In his email he asked if I was still alive; if there was anything wrong; how’s my health; etc. His note surprised me because I thought he received plenty of stuff from me. I figured that my column could go on for years; if he wasn’t too particular about what he published. I became worried. This column is the only publishing credit I have. After 10 years of writing, he’s the only one in the business who has the guts to put what I’ve written on a page or in a book. So, I apologize for being neglectful, but offer this excuse:
For many years I’ve had an interest in UFOs and extraterrestrial alien abductions. The thought of a full-body cavity probe by little gray beings with large almond-shaped eyes isn’t a pleasant one, but yet, I thought it would be a small price to pay for a trip across the universe to an alien planet where one could observe and be observed by an unknown culture. Wow. “What if?” I thought. I was willing to bet the entire world was just as curious. So I decided to write a novel with alien abduction as my central theme. Continue reading
I’m not a dog lover, but my wife, Mary, is. I have to paint my nose black just to get her attention.
Soon after our kids left home for college, Mary brought home Daisy, an Italian Greyhound puppy. She became a Mom again and smothered Daisy with gratuitous gifts and affection. She should have named the dog Princess.
Unlike Mary, I kind of enjoyed our empty nest. I took over my son’s room, converted it into my den and spent hours there writing novels. Oh, life was good. But things changed after that dog arrived. It became my job to care for Daisy on evenings because Mary keeps late office hours. On our first evening together, I informed Daisy that she was essentially on her own, but I would check on her to remind her to go potty. If she needed coddling, she’d just have to wait until Mom got home. Everyone knows the first rule of animal training is assertiveness. Continue reading