MY PERSONAL HISTORY, Ltd.
Born in Grand Island Nebraska over my Grandma’s nightclub (Saturday night, opening hour), I attended Howard Elementary and Walnut Junior High before graduating from Grand Island Senior High sometime in the latter half of the 20th century.
My mother had wanted a baby girl whom she planned to name Janey Sue.
To make a long story longer, it’s my theory that her disappointment due to my gender impacted my life considerably. I wasn’t always considered weird. That assessment began soon after I turned three months old when Mom showed off my three-month-old baby photo. I was clad in a lovely little “shirt-dress” that Mom insisted was a fabulous fashion choice for male infants.
When Mom decided it was okay for boys to play with dollies and to enrolled in tap-dancing classes that included ballet lessons, I had to learn how to fight.
Now, that’s not easy for a natural-born coward so I promptly discovered that it was a snap to keep everyone laughing. I did anything possible to be outrageous. I succeeded. Kids considered me insane but safe.
Ultimately, I was to prove that it’s hard to beat up on a kid when one is laughing one’s head off.
Thus, I was never a fighter in the conventional sense. However, I was definitely the class clown and I’ve always maintained that a clown is a warrior who fights gloom. And fighting gloom, for me, has always been as easy as throwing an empty can of beer out a car window going 80 mph –– not that I’m advocating that particular bit of tomfoolery.
Following high school graduation, I moved to Omaha and began a loooong career as a student at the University of Nebraska at Omaha (UNO), a mere cornfield when I started named University of Omaha.
I worked at every menial job known to the Universe –– except modeling (only because I was just plain hideous on Mondays and Wednesdays. Other days, I was more like ornately hideous).
I eventually owned a grocery store and lots of property (with my first wife), but, like many reckless dreamers, I knew I was really an artist at heart, so I soon resumed my stalled college career. By this time, the campus had added running water and graduate courses.
Finally, I was awarded two masters degrees after I turned 50. By then I had written several plays (listed elsewhere on this website), won some awards and along the way had become a professional writer. I’m still considered insane by certain individuals, some of whom are in law enforcement, but as long as I keep ‘em laughing, I don’t think they’ll lock me up.
Recognizing the world as in a heap of trouble, I’ve always wanted to make it a better place but I knew I couldn’t do it alone. That desire initiated the mission for this website: to show the world that we are all miracle workers. As the Stephen Sondheim lyrics go: I insist on miracles. /When you do them, /Miracles? Nothing to them.
I’m living proof that it’s never too late to change the direction of your life.
As a father and grandfather, I have one (and maybe only one) great asset: I’m broadminded. I’m committed to minding my own business and permitting others to be freethinkers. I’ve never become set in my ways. I express my viewpoints but I never try to convince others to adopt my theories on religion, politics or picking up sex sirens. Yeah, I’ve been known to be politically incorrect but I have fought hard for causes like Civil Rights, Gay Rights and Freedom. I think of us all as spiritual beings having human experiences.
In short, I’m an eclectic kind of guy. Composed of an indelibly eclectic theme, my home demonstrates that I’m no interior decorator. My personal appearance reveals a “snappy dresser.” I’ve never worn a dress since I was three-months old. Let’s face it: I would look like the warning label on a bottle of hormones.