I’m a husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, writer, amateur radio operator, and a person who never totally grew up. There simply was not time.
Having came on the scene prior to World War II provided me with a different childhood than many may have experienced. My father was not home until I was twelve years old. Before then, as well as after, we moved from pillar to post. Missouri, California, Oregon, Missouri, and then I enlisted in the air force.
Somehow, I scored high enough to earn a seat in a year-long electronic class. That prepared me for a decade as a maintainer of aircraft in both MAC and SAC, providing maintenance to communications and navigation systems on both cargo and combat aircraft. It’s an experience, a highlight in my long life.
Writing is a hobby I began in the early 1960s. And I’ve been published many times, often for money, but mostly for the pleasure of getting something off my chest.