Several years ago, I was talking to one of my cousins. That in itself is a story, and one which might end up being included here. What you need to know, at this point, is that I have essentially no contact with anyone on my father’s side of the family – except my half-sister – so this was a brief six-month period when I chatted, regularly, with one of my many first cousins, at the time, living in Central America. The main point of mentioning that particular conversation, however, was to point out several times as we were catching up she remarked that I should write a book. Now, I have had a very interesting life and, as you can tell from the title of this collection of short narratives, from time to time, I’ve had multiple highlights, in multiple venues, where, for just a brief instant, I experienced what Warhol thought we would all experience over the course of our lifetimes – fifteen minutes of fame.
While I’m not famous, as such, I have, at times, bubbled up to the surface in small and medium sized ponds, and what I’ve come away with are stories. My life, as such, isn’t interesting. I have never had the passion to be a great man – primarily because my interests are too varied. About the time I really get good at something, I decide to move on and check out, something else. Even my professional life has been a series of careers, each one taking me to a certain level, and then I’m off to tackle the next adventure.
Over the years, I’ve worked as a mini-market cashier, an artist and photographer, broadcaster, actor, playwright, musician, singer, songwriter, an engineer, author, public speaker, academic, a roadie and a stagehand. In each of those, at some point, and to some level, I managed to achieve a certain level of recognition or success. A lot of what follows is autobiographical, but this is not an autobiography, but rather these are all the best stories – the ones that my son is tired of hearing.
If you’re reading this, welcome to bits and bobs of my life. I hope you take something of value.
While I’m not famous, as such, I have, at times, bubbled up to the surface in small and medium sized ponds, and what I’ve come away with are stories. My life, as such, isn’t interesting. I have never had the passion to be a great man – primarily because my interests are too varied. About the time I really get good at something, I decide to move on and check out, something else. Even my professional life has been a series of careers, each one taking me to a certain level, and then I’m off to tackle the next adventure.
Over the years, I’ve worked as a mini-market cashier, an artist and photographer, broadcaster, actor, playwright, musician, singer, songwriter, an engineer, author, public speaker, academic, a roadie and a stagehand. In each of those, at some point, and to some level, I managed to achieve a certain level of recognition or success. A lot of what follows is autobiographical, but this is not an autobiography, but rather these are all the best stories – the ones that my son is tired of hearing.
If you’re reading this, welcome to bits and bobs of my life. I hope you take something of value.
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