Bio

So, you want some sort of bio, and for what? Do you want to learn more about me, my past? Do you want to know who I am, what I think and why? Do you believe there is some secret to be uncovered? Well, I’ll tell you a secret. Everybody lives an interesting life. Yes everybody. We all live an interesting life to each other though it may seem mundane to us, it is quite interesting to others. Then in the end, we all die. That’s how life is for all of us. There’s nothing fair about it, that’s just how it goes.  
 
Okay, so you’re interested in me, in my life. Well then, let me tell you. I was born into the lower middle class, and for the record everybody thinks they are middle class. I had good parents. They raised me right. I was a lot of “formers”. I’m a former cub scout, boy scout, and altar boy. I went to Catholic schools, had a lot of Italian friends. (Plaid skirts still drive me crazy.) I played a lot of little league sports; football, baseball. basketball. soccer. I was on the swim team at the local pool. We rode bikes and skateboarded, I was into martial arts. I was a regular kid, a regular teenager. I was into drawing and painted with watercolors. After high school I joined the military and was enlisted for 12 years, then got a commission. I was a logistician and retired after 33 years of service.
 
I worked my way through college working jobs I hated, but they paid the bills. You do what you have to do. I ended up with four college degrees. I know right? Four degrees, go figure. I got an associate degree in logistics, a bachelor’s degree in business administration, a bachelor’s degree in philosophy, and a master’s degree in human resources management . . . and I’m a law school dropout to boot! I didn’t fail. I quit because law school just wasn’t for me. Now you ask me if am smart and I say, no brainiac for sure. Just average intelligence. I’m creative though, I’ve always been very creative.  
 
I took a few odds and ends jobs after retirement just to stay busy, to get a little exercise, just to have somebody to talk to. I worked those jobs until they weren’t fun anymore, then I quit. No advanced notice, just there one day and gone the next. It is good to have choices in life, to have options.  
 
I’m not going into all the details of my personal life. Just know that there were loves and losses, just like everybody else. I had successes and won awards and there were plenty of failures along the way as well. I got to travel and see far away lands. I got to do things I never would have dreamed of doing. There were tuxedos and formal dinners with violins playing around the room and there were nights alone opening a can of tuna or chicken. I have dove wrecks under the sea and flown an airplane, I have been to mountain tops and spent more than just a few nights in deserts. I have spent the night in five-star hotels and I have slept on the ground. I have owned boats and cars, and motorcycles and enjoyed fabulous vacations. Yes, I have done all these things and so much more, but what is it you want to know? That I own a small farm, paid in full and my house is full of many oddities, curiosities, antiques and treasures that I have collected? All of it, yes all of it is passing away. We think we own it. I think I own it, but it stays and we go. We leave it all behind. Who knows where it will all end up, or what will happen to it? So precious to us at the time, but they are all just things. And they ALL stay and we ALL go.
 
You probably want to know about the poetry I write. Well, they are just words on the page. People assign meanings to poems. Some people identify with certain poems while others say they can’t discern any meaning at all. The truth is, all of the poems I wrote were for me. They were an exercise for my brain, to see if I could create something where this was nothing before. I tried to be interesting or clever, or knowledgeable. I tried painting pictures with words. But in the end, they too will perish and that’s okay because they were all just for me. Beyond that there is nothing left to tell. That is, nothing more I wish to tell. All those other things, the days in between, the private thoughts, the sins and desires, and the everything else shall all remain a mystery and that is as it should be. No one ever tells you the whole story. No one does. No, no one ever does. Nor shall I. Now, you know all there is to know about me and yet you still don't know me at all. That is just how it goes. That's how it goes with all of us.