
I live in the first person, therefore I write in the first person-usually. I was born in the early days of the Cold War. It was a time of budding prosperity and I was lucky enough to be born into the right family. I was a fair student until I discovered girls in high school. Then all hell broke out in my heart and mind and school went to shit. But I did graduate. After graduation I avoided the draft by joining the U.S. Navy and spent four years in the Pacific; Guam and Hawaii. Got a little “rock fever” after four years so I came home to the “mainland” where I met my “to be” wife and G.I. Billed it through college at a school that was named West Chester State College, at the time, with a Bachelor’s in Education. I worked in the Fireplace Business and in support of attorneys for five decades.
I grew up loving the arts, especially books and music. I listen to everything from the Beatles to Willie Nelson, to Mozart. And I love myself some opera. Give me Verdi or Puccini every time; and Mozart, of course. For this love of music I thank my parents, who colored my life with music and always let me find my own way. Especially during those years when I was playing the drums in the basement.
My wife, Andrea, and I raised our two children here in Philly and combined, they have given us three wonderful little grands who fill our hearts and lives.
I spent the past fifty years working my self feverishly into a nervous breakdown which led to my retirement in 2016. For most of the past twenty years I have cared for my mother and father, who have now passed. During this time I wrote plenty of little ditties but nothing significant. Nothing more than rants and little poems. All those years I never had the time to sit down and write anything substantial.
When my mother passed, at the age of ninety-one, writing and delivering her eulogy awoke in me the desire to put pen to page. That appetite became a craving. After playing with several ideas I decided to focus my attention on a novel. At last count HARD – A Life Style Story, my first novel, comes in at around 137,000 words, fully three hundred plus pages. So, as you can see, I’m taking this pretty seriously.
If my fortune is great, you will join my beta team and be a vital part of getting HARD into publication. Now, you have read some of my story. I hope you will become a part of it.
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My littlest Grand.
