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Back in the second grade, the alphabet was displayed prominently above the blackboard in both block form and script.  And the penmanship was flawless; the curves perfectly continuous, the lines straight, and the circles were impeccably round.  It depicted the ideal; a standard, that, I surmised, I could never attain.  But I did.  Come the third grade, the thought struck – I could read and write, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof.  Indeed, my first drafts today are always initially written out in longhand.  It’s a smooth flow from the brain to the page.

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I guess my serious writing career began about twenty years later.  I was enlisted to write letters to the editor for the local garbage men.  I have a friend who had a route and a truck.  He got up at four every day, performed his societal function by eight, then had the rest of the day free.  It was a great gig.  The problem was – the city was planning to expropriate the businesses of all the freelancers.  They can do whatever they want – they have the guns; they have the prisons.  It was a lost cause, despite the fact that the local g-men did the job cheaper and better.  We lost the war, but I may have bought them some time to make other plans.  Most went into construction; roofing and such.  And, wonder of wonders, I discovered that I could write, at least put ink on paper.

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This page will evolve.  The purpose: to discuss ideas related to the book.  I’d  like to establish a two-way exchange with my readers (hi mom).  The Universe is a bizarre and strange place, but beautiful, and we all share a little bit of it.  All we can do is . . . try to figure it out.