When you encounter a website like mine, questions are bound to arise. Questions such as, “Is this guy for real?” “Is he just doing this out of boredom?” “Should I email him my phone number, even though I’m not sure if beautiful warm-hearted women with a quick wit and two Master’s degrees are his type?”
The answer, on all counts, is yes.
On November 16, 1976, the world held its collective breath, aware that a milestone in history had just transpired. That’s right! Golden State Warrior Rick Barry’s streak of 60 straight free throws ended. Oh, and I was born. The Boston Lying-in Hospital served up a fresh little pot roast that day which, left to marinate under the semi-watchful eyes of Robert and Linda Tatnall, cooked up into the curator of this little museum of ennui you are now perusing.
The marinating took place mostly in the bleak scape of Hudson, Massachusetts, a town nestled snugly at the crossroads of Nowhere and Nevah-Hearda-It. Even citizens of bordering towns sometimes fail to profess any knowledge of Hudson. Regardless, this little settlement west of Boston is where I was shaped. High school is where I first began to enjoy writing and to practice it regularly. My high school no longer exists, allegedly because they needed a bigger building…but I like to think it’s because once I graduated, they were resigned to the realization that they had achieved their masterpiece and there was nowhere to go but down…so their only option was to deep six the whole institution and start from scratch.
Since then I’ve been a resident of anywhere from Troy, New York to Plaistow, New Hampshire and places in between. I’ve been around the country and seen lots of places, and my love of writing has grown a great deal even if my maturity level has not necessarily followed suit. I’ve had several websites over the years beginning in college, and one of the earliest incarnations of these is still semi-intact on this site for your mid-90s style enjoyment. It hearkens back to a time when nothing truly useful was to be found within a hundred virtual miles of the Web. Those were good times.
If you’d like to contact me, encourage me, flame me, and/or send me virus-infected attachments I won’t open, you can reach me at the email address that is referenced liberally around the entire site, or stop into the forum and drop a note in there…you’re practically guaranteed a reply, and I’m not just saying that.
The rest—whatever’s left—you can find out from my writings.
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