Good morning, all.
I don't know the first thing about myself. I'll toss out a few items, and leave order to the ordinal mind.
I am a veteran of the peacetime Air Force, post-Viet Nam. It was my way out of a poke-and-plumb desert town. "Poke-and-plumb" was my grandad's term -- poke your head out the window and you're plumb out of town. That's been around so long it shows more chin than forehead.
About the Air Force. It is said that the military will make a man out of a boy. This is untrue. Service will offer the opportunity. I come away with a story or two.
I am of a technical bent. I put in some twenty-odd years working on slot machines, and some few-odd months on computers. I passed the A+ and built a pretty good head of steam toward Cisco certification.
Then my heart went, and I almost drowned standing on dry land. It was a memorable sensation, leaning against my truck in the cool drouth of a desert night, uttering, "glug, glug" from deep in my chest. For years hence, the memory will suffice.
I may be the Guinness Book leader for Years Unpublished. Since that category is not published, I can let the years go unnumbered. Soon enough, it'll be +1.
I like to play with the language. I love the pith of lyrics, the discipline of a story told in sixteen lines. I'll wade in swamp water to collect a lily of a synonym. I always aspire to alliteration. I strive daily to arouse a wonderful obstruction to the mind of Google, et al.
Here goes.
I don't know the first thing about myself. I'll toss out a few items, and leave order to the ordinal mind.
I am a veteran of the peacetime Air Force, post-Viet Nam. It was my way out of a poke-and-plumb desert town. "Poke-and-plumb" was my grandad's term -- poke your head out the window and you're plumb out of town. That's been around so long it shows more chin than forehead.
About the Air Force. It is said that the military will make a man out of a boy. This is untrue. Service will offer the opportunity. I come away with a story or two.
I am of a technical bent. I put in some twenty-odd years working on slot machines, and some few-odd months on computers. I passed the A+ and built a pretty good head of steam toward Cisco certification.
Then my heart went, and I almost drowned standing on dry land. It was a memorable sensation, leaning against my truck in the cool drouth of a desert night, uttering, "glug, glug" from deep in my chest. For years hence, the memory will suffice.
I may be the Guinness Book leader for Years Unpublished. Since that category is not published, I can let the years go unnumbered. Soon enough, it'll be +1.
I like to play with the language. I love the pith of lyrics, the discipline of a story told in sixteen lines. I'll wade in swamp water to collect a lily of a synonym. I always aspire to alliteration. I strive daily to arouse a wonderful obstruction to the mind of Google, et al.
Here goes.