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Web site editor: "I might talk about how old I am, what I look like, and what I do for a living. (I'll try to be truthful!...Nahhh!!)"
My response: "I am fairly old. I look like heck. Breathing and eating is what I do to remain living."
A little personal history: I was born in Pendleton, Oregon. My folks moved to Redmond shortly thereafter. On the
move to Redmond, I fell off the moving truck and was adopted by a pack of wolves. That was in 1970. It was 1984 before
my folks realized I was missing. They always wondered why my room was never messy. They figured, "Hey, the kids just tidy."
I had to leave the pack during a particularly hard winter. Food was scarce and I was so soft, pink, round and weak, I
just felt it was time to leave. I wandered across eastern Oregon and finally made it to Redmond. There was a big news report
about the wolf boy found wandering around town. Apparently, mom and dad saw the news report when mom said, "That wolf
boy looks amazingly like our son. By the way, where is our son?" To which dad replied, "Probably cleaning his room."
Well the hoopla died down and everybody forgot about the wolf boy. I took residence in a phone booth. Which wasn't too
bad if you don't mind sleeping standing up. I learned to read by studying the yellow pages. Eventually, I went to the local
high school, but I was kicked out for biting people and tearing up their shoes.
...and that's enough of this nonsense for now.
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| Here is my family. Me, my wife, Melanie, and my daughter, Rachel. |
Favorites
Here's a list of some of my favorite things:
Well, there's...uh...no...I don't even like that. OK, there's...hmmm...that's
not very interesting either.
You know, I can't think of any favorite things.
Web site editor: "Here's a list of some of my favorite music:
Nirvana, Frank Sinatra, Ibrahim Ferrer"
My response: "What's a Nirvana? And who the heck is Ibrahim Ferrer?"
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