Mini bio

I was conceived in the midst of a post-war moment, at the tail end of the beginning of what beginning of what would come to be called, The Baby Boom.

Conception might have occured New Year’s Eve, 1950—I can’t be sure, but I can do the math and imagine that it occurred sometime in January, 1950, as I was born in August of that year.

Overseas, the bombs had already dropped. The father of the woman who would become my wife was a medic in the US Army and had been sent to Hiroshima. There are black & white pictures. My aunt on my mother’s side was in the US Diplomatic Service, stationed in Rotterdam. She too had black & white pictures. The picture I especially remember is a scene of almost total devastation in which the only objects left standing were two sets of train tracks and the ruins of an ancient cathedral.

I’m now 72 years old, and over the years I’ve come to believe in fate.

I’ve also learned that in polite company it’s best not to say at least half of the things I’d like to say.

What else can I tell you about me?

That I once wanted to be a bird, but that as I aged I saw that being a bird was impossible. And so, I settled on becoming a kite being flown by a kind person who believed they were holding something worthwhile in their hands.