Autobiography

I was in 8th grade for the 1974-1975 school year. For some reason, my mother kept the 1975 edition of Comet, the yearbook of Ophelia Parrish Junior High School. I just re-discovered it.

I found a high school relic that proves I’ve been a troll since at least 1979.

New Wine was apparently the literary magazine of Northwest Missouri State University’s English Department. By appearances, it’s a well produced zine. I can find no reference to it on the sum total of human knowledge, the World Wide Web. I may have the only extent copy of this literary effort.

Summer of 1972, I got to go to a science summer camp like thing.

Here’s convincing proof we live in a Fallen World.

Some of the sci-fi books I read during my childhood had this great endpaper…

Possibly the worst booze I’ve ever had.

Back when my kids were still young and innocent enough to want to go trick-or-treating, for a few years we went to some suburban friends cul-de-sac-filled neighborhood.

The summer I was 17, 1978, I was the staff cook at Camp Thunderbird, a Boy Scout camp.

That’s me and my maternal grandfather, George Duerksen (August 23, 1902 - January 11, 1989).