Born October 18, 1944, Walcott, North Dakota, in a little farmhouse on the prairie. At 5 years old I met James, my best friend for life; at 6 my first kiss on the lips with Maxine (I’ll never forget it); at 7 my first love and discovered imagination; at 10 survived tornado, which destroyed our farm and put entire family in hospital; at 12 first fight (I lost; unbelievably 30 years later, the other guy says he lost); at 14 quit school (the social shock of leaving one-room country schoolhouse for the town school); at 15 first job (doing chores for a farmer 7 days a week for $25.00, not /day but /week), also first car (48 Chevie 2-door; no, I don’t still have it); at 17 joined the US Navy (and talk about a social shock…); at 18 submarine duty and first beer…same day first drunk; at 19 first, well, you know; at 20 survived drowning; at 21 met Sue in Sydney, Australia, the love of my life (unfortunately my sub left the harbor and I never went back); at 30 started writing and met second love; at 33 lost that love; (during the next 13 years no first anythings but 3 failed businesses, a flower and gift shop, a greenhouse, and fence contractor, a period best forgotten); at 46 first publishing (The Real Meaning of a Quarter in PKA’ s ADVOCATE…no payment); at 49 first parachute jump; at 51 lost my dear father; at 52 lost my dear mother, and my best lover; at 55 moved to the country and began building a house…. To fill in the lines and years, just experiencing, enjoying, anticipating and sometimes fearing, the endless palette of life.
I have a strong feeling about fair play: If it's not
right, it's not right, but sometimes I'm not sure about the ones deciding what
is and isn't right.