Born and raised in Portland, OR I spent much of my youth playing sports and fishing with my father and brothers. Pretty typical middle-class, white suburbia stuff.
In the fourth grade I penned (actually penciled) a seven page, handwritten story about a pig who could fly. So all of your sarcastic comebacks referring to “when pigs fly” should be credited back to me. I keep close track and prosecute any copyright infringements. (I’m already after GEICO and their new commercial.)
Back then I had no idea I’d actually be a writer, but the seed was planted.
I don’t remember where I was when JFK was shot or when Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon’s surface. (For God’s sake, I was age 3 and 9 respectively.)
I abandoned my early writing career, instead taking up disco dancing in High School. I know…white guy, little rhythm, but that was the class all the girls were taking.
College followed High School (I’m such a follower.) One year at Lewis and Clark College in Portland (to play soccer), followed by a few semesters at Mt. Hood Community College. That was the turning point in my writing career. I took three creative writing courses during my enrollment period. One was writing short stories that I enrolled in twice. Professor Steve was awesome. My stories, not so much. However, I got an “A” the second time around. I also took a poetry course and learned I’d never really understand poetry writing. I loved that class as well. Portland State University was next, pretty much a two-term afterthought.
Then a whole lot of life took place, most of it sans writing. But I never threw my writing journal away. Occasionally, I jotted down a poem or story idea.
I hired on with the FAA in 1988. My air traffic control career will end when I reach the mandatory retirement age of 56.
After the family moved to Colorado (they voted and I got to come along,) I re-energized my love for fishing mountain rivers and streams. Fly fishing was the norm, so I bought my first fly rod just after the Y2K scare. The earth stayed round, the rivers still flowed, so I kept fishing.
My fly fishing adventures led me back to my writing.
Here I am.
So are you.
Welcome. It’s nice to see you again.
Here’s a link to an article about my writing and work with Project Healing Waters Fly Fishing: Click HERE.