After inundating all of you with my bad sales techniques (i.e. Buy My Book!!!), I kind of suspect y'all are gettin' kind'a tired of hearin' about it. I guess I was just too excited about finally being published, and wanted the whole world to be glad with me, and share in the story I wrote.
Probably a bad idea. I suspect a lot of you are about ready to scream, "NO MORE!" and jump ship. So, I thought maybe today I'd try a different tack. I realize most of you don't have any idea who I am. Well, maybe you've read my bio. That does give you some idea of who I am and where I'm coming from, but I thought for today I'd give you more specifics.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, I attended John Swett High School (Class of '65) in Crockett, California. I loved that school, and the kids who attended with me, as well as the teachers who were the greatest teachers I ever met. I suspect most of them have passed on to the Spirit World by now.
This is where I earned letters in Track during my last two years. Broke the school record in the 440 yard relays. I'm not sure that's ever been broken since then. Probably has.
This is where I played French Horn in the Concert band, and the Alto Sax in the Marching Band. I know. Those are quite different instruments, but I couldn't march with a French Horn, or the so-called "E-Flat," or "Peck Horn" the director wanted me to play in the marching band. That horn just wasn't cool, but everyone loved a sax player. Those were the days of Paul Desmond and Dave Brubeck.
This is also where I met and kissed my first girlfriend. More about that on another day.
So, that's about it for now. If any of you have any experiences like mine, I'd love to read about them on my Fan Page on Facebook. Or if you have any questions you'd like me to answer about writing and publishing, or where I grew up, I'll try to answer as best I can.