I was born in Philadelphia,
PA, USA, in the late winter of 1953, around the same time as the demise
of Soviet strongman Joseph Stalin, and the beginnings of the
"peace" talks during the Korean Conflict. I have no reason
to believe these three events are related. As
a child, I was roly-poly to the max..
My father and mother were,
and continue to be, married to each other. I know this may sound strange to
some of you, but it does happen. Thirteen months after I was born, a set of
twins showed up, confirming my parent's fecundity, and curing them both of
any desire to increase the number of progeny. (There. You just learned two
new words. See? I told you the internet was broadening.) Here's a
1/1/2004 photo of my father, who in July of 2004 will celebrate
his 85th birthday.... (Mom, show Dad this picture.. I know he
doesn't believe in computers..
Around 1958 or so, tiring
of the hustle and bustle of post-war Philadelphia, my parents, my older
sister, the twins, and I escaped the confines of Eighth and Pine
for the fresh, clean air of Chester
County, a heretofore unexplored wilderness about 35 miles (50
kilometers) west of Philly. My mother's parents had emigrated there from the
Main Line in the mid 1950's, narrowly escaping a band of roving
Presbyterians out for summer pasture. They staked a 10-acre homestead in a
blank spot on the map now called Exton. My
father pried a little over three acres out of them, and set about building a
log cabin with his bare hands. No, that's not true. We did have a bulldozer.
Here are some pictures of the house and other scenes
In 1961, my father's
widowed mother came to live with us after the state of New Jersey
eminent-domained her house to make way for the Turnpike. Since my maternal
grandparents, my uncle, and my great-grandmother lived down the hill from
us, it was a bit like Walton's Mountain out there, but without
the sappy sentimentalism, and far less inbreeding.
Growing up, our family was
a combination of the Cleavers (from Leave it to Beaver) and the Addams
Family - on the outside, classic WASP-y middle class white bread, but on the
inside just loony enough to be one false step away from the booby hatch. See
some of my other pages here for evidence, if not absolute proof, of
this. At age four, I was a pretty cool dude.
Now, however, I tend to scare little kids and make
women start in horror...
I grew up (
"Hah!" some might say...) without major incident, (well, there was
that episode when we climbed up the drive-in movie screen...) graduated
from High School in the top ten percent of my class, goofed off
all summer, took in a bit of college at West
Chester State, (perhaps the only college in the world where you can get
a PhD. in PhysEd...) got married, moved to Sacramento,
California, finished college at Cal State,
moved back east at the request of a homesick wife, divorced in 1983,
remarried in 1989, and had a son in 1994.
Unfortunately, his mother and I are not together anymore, but he's a pretty
good kid nonetheless. Now I live in the quaint 'burb of Mays
Landing, NJ, about 15 miles west of Atlantic City, gambling mecca of the
East Coast, and the best thing to happen to bus lines since the
porta-potty. Rather boring description of over 4
46 years! 47 Years
48 years. Gawd..nearly half a