autobiography

A Canticle for Leibowitz is just a great book, one of a kind.

In September of 2020, I still subscribed to the Denver Post, Denver’s only remaining daily newspaper. I got the Wednesday and Sunday editions in paper because I’m a dinosaur. It’s just more fun to read the funnies on paper. I started to read the Letters to the Editor and editorial pages.

Between 1996 and mid-2000, I worked in a building in downtown Denver that was catty-corner from the Denver branch of the Federal Reserve.

Model rocketry changed my life back in the 1970s. I built my first rocket, an Estes Big Bertha the summer between 3rd and 4th grade, which I think was the summer of 1970.

When my kids were small, I would tell them about famous philosophical or mathematical paradoxes.

I grew up outside of city limits, not really on a farm, but not really in town either. The experience gave me some incorrect ideas about how rugged animals are.

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.