My Yorkie Romeo taking me for my daily walk. We're standing on top of what I thought would be a huge pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Could be. Not sure because I can't get the dang top off. And that bright light you hear of people seeing in those 'near-death' experiences ... turns out that it's a large fluorescent light that looks like a huge cocktail glass. That's it on the right.
Keep reading all about me here. It's short. I'm surviving on Social Security. You don't want to see me trying to clean windshields on the corner of a busy intersection again. Do you? Trust me... you WILL feel bad.
Peace & Love
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So who am I?
I just wrote a story about that. Read it, please. Clap 50 times after reading it and for everything I write. That's how we get paid. Then DM me and tell me how good it is, or not. It'll make me really happy, which will make you happy, and then we can all be happy, clapping and dancing on chairs and making this a really great day, slapping each other on the back and gettin on perfectly.
Otherwise, here's who I am.
I was a member of Medium for over a year before I realized clapping for a story didn't mean sitting at my desk, putting down my pen, and literally clapping. I just didn't get how that helped other writers. Sometimes I'm slow. I tell people that's age. I may be wrong.
This world has seen many versions of myself... most were good. At least the first 20 years and the last 20 years.
As a kid, I was the up and coming replacement centerfielder for the NY Yankees when Mantle retired. This was a huge secret at the time. Still is. I should write the Yankees and let them know what they missed. My little league team ironically was the Red Sox. Unlike the mid-60s Yankees, we didn't suck.
As a teen, I became more political, a hippie, and a magnet for beautiful girls (in my dreams). At least the dreams were reoccuring. When driving my 65 Ford Extended Window Van I was irresistable. I did not have orange shag carpet and no I did not have dingle balls hanging from the ceiling. The van was known as "Mr. Ed" due to the huge horse head on the driver's side door.
Mr. Ed was probably the magnet.
My twenties were a discombobulated mixture of drugs, college, and politics. I became a poster child for smoking pot and still making the Dean's List. Hitchhiking around the country was my vacation from reality for a bit. I also had a really nice stereo system and vinyl record collection which, in the end, assisted with my hearing loss as I grew older. I still have both, the stereo system and vinyl record collection, though not the same ones.
I have never known what I would do when I grew up. Still don't. The world is a confusing place. But I can (and I will) say this about me since this IS "My About".
- Honesty. I am probably the only person you'll ever know who admits to living in NY and not going to Woodstock. I was hustling games of 8 Ball in a bar at 17, beating college kids for beers. My mistake. Hindsight is wonderful.
- Intelligent. Ummm... let's skip that for now and wait till I get through all the stupid shit I did.
- Straight forward. Yes, I admit to partaking in drugs such as smoking pot. And growing pot. And planting pot ... all across the country for future wayward hippies. As I grew through the years, I noticed there were fewer and fewer people my age admitting to having smoked pot. Few today admit to it, then go home and get high after cocktail hour. Not I. But, I will also say this to those who I got high with... I have photos. Lots of photos.
"Now for the rest of the story."
I am a political addict and have always wanted to run for an office. I still may. If nothing else, the media attention would be amazing once they discovered all about me. Hell, look at the wingnuts getting elected now. I'd win.
I am extremely spiritual in that I am sure there is an afterlife, that ghosts are real (I've seen them), and that nothing living ever dies. That's in a story I wrote. So is the story of ghosts. I've seen UFOs also. Another story.
I've been a patched member of 2 motorcycle clubs, and an officer in both. As such, I have had the pleasure of riding my Harley with the 70 members of my Club along with members of the Hells Angels, totaling 120 motorcycles traveling at 115 to 125 mph up I-17 North of Phoenix. The entire freeway parted like the Red Sea.
Last (for now) is that throughout my life I have had 2 loves... old motorcycles and music. OK. Three loves. My family also.
As for intelligence... let's just say I have a high IQ and leave it at that. School smarts combined with street smarts.
I'm just an old hippie, ex-biker, with two beautiful daughters and two beautiful granddaughters and a woman who refuses to marry me, but claims she loves me. I believe her. We live on top of a mountain in the Blue Ridge Mountains where I will most likely die... hopefully laughing.
And even though I tell people the secret to telling others who you are is to NOT talk about what you do ... I write and have been writing since high school. And love it. Can you tell?
