Born in Indiana and raised in Ohio, I'm now a “naturalized citizen” of the Great Pacific Northwest. Citizenship requirements here are stringent and the application approval time lengthy. However, after much wailing, weaseling, waffling, and begging, I secured admission to the state of Washington in late 1984. My wife, Donna, and I live quietly in a small town about forty miles east of Seattle.
I enjoy fly fishing, fly tying, reading, writing, hiking the Cascade Mountains under just about any condition--but fall especially, Olympic Trail Mix, white chocolate, Applets and Cotlets, skiing under control, quiet, movies, a summer evening's warm breeze, the smell of lilac, the satisfaction of seeing a task completed, connectivity, graciousness, compassion, selflessness, patience, punctuality, dependability, comradeship, animals, and Hamlet. (The world's best story and the only thing of value I got from college.) Most of all, however, I enjoy Donna's company.
I began college in the fall of 1967, but the disaster ended about a year later when the University of Cincinnati asked me rather bluntly to leave and never return. Based on my grades and class attendance, this was an eminently fair request. I rationalized this predicament saying, “The world probably didn't need another math major.” Apparently, the world agreed.
The United States Army, however, wasn't so picky. I joined that august group in late 1968, graduating from Helicopter Pilot flight training in November, 1969. Since I’d been very good all year, and it WAS just before Christmas, Santa rewarded me with an assignment to the 190th Assault Helicopter Company (call sign, Spartans) in Viet Nam. Higher authority eventually decided that a year of combat experience was more than sufficient, and mercifully sent me to Fort Rucker, Alabama as an instructor pilot--where I learned flying with students was more dangerous than flying in Viet Nam!
During the course of the next nineteen years, the Army sent me to live in Korea, Germany, and another “tour” at Fort Rucker. My assignments dealt exclusively with flying and instructing. I retired from the Army in December, 1988 after four years at Fort Lewis, Washington.
During my Army time I doggedly pursed that elusive college degree, finally eking out the last credit hour requirements in late 1988. I graduated with a bachelor of arts and a double major in Information Systems Management and Accounting--in the event you’re doing the math, that would be 20-plus years to obtain a four-year degree. I currently work as an Auditor for the Federal Government--who, I hope, will never read this, my true, complete, and factually accurate bio, as opposed to the "modified and improved" version I created and submitted just to get hired!
I essentially “fell into” my writing career. Many of the flying positions I held also required additional time as a staff officer, and that required writing skills. As an instructor pilot I discovered verbal skills--a close cousin to the written word--were vitally important. My auditor position requires clear and precise writing to communicate sometimes contentious audit results. Over time, I began to appreciate that word choice and sequence was more than a matter of happenstance. The more I wrote, the more I enjoyed it. My tour in Korea sparked an interest in Asia and led me to combine my growing interest in writing with my fascination for things Asian. The result? "Hearts of the Morning Calm," an Amerasian love story soon to be published by the good folks at Zumaya!
I've not yet established a website, but will as my publication date draws closer.
Favorite Music:
Anything quiet.
Favorite TV Shows:
Hmmmmm. Sports, Documentaries, and Movies.
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