Child of the Baby Boomers. Wanna be Hippie, just could not afford the counterculture of drugs, psychedelic music, psychedelic art and social permissiveness. I especially could not afford the flower covered van. The culture was alluring and rebellion in any form was espoused by hot blooded Americans and many of us followed in our own fashion, leading to social invitations to see the world given by some law enforcement type person. I became a Veteran of the beginning of the Viet Nam era.
I was a brilliant teenager which was both unknown and unappreciated by my superiors for three years two months and six days. I left the military with mixed emotions; joy and happiness.
My stomach was removed in 1980 and my life style changed. I became an over the road truck owner operator for more than thirty years. I have seen our country from a different view than most ever will and parts of our world few will ever see.
Writing since 1990, when I could. Love the way a good story flows. Hate the transitions in the middles when the flow stops. Labor with the how to and again write and edit and edit, to a point of satisfaction that I have tried.