I live in Ann Arbor, Michigan, with a teen-age daughter and son (with all the admiration and despair that entails) and one fat cat and one sweet cat. And a perfectly satisfactory wife. They all tolerate me. I have a scruffy beard, a bad right foot, and much too easygoing a nature for my own good.
It wasn't always so leisurely. I've climbed a twelve-thousand-foot-high mountain twice. I navigated a small sailboat around the world, and saw Bora-Bora, Bali, and the Galapagos before they got globalized. I swam in 6 Seas, trod 50 oceanic islands, went through several typhoons. I was pulled over by the Coast Guard for trespass in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I got questioned by the Stasi on the wrong side of The Wall, and then crossed the Soviet Union on the Trans-Siberian Railroad on a protest mission. I’ve been charged by a rhinoceros and bitten by a badger. Then I turned 25 and had to settle down and get a job. In my spare time I stubbornly wrote stories about cruising the galaxy and a novel about killing God but all that paid zilch. Still, I've somehow earned my living, seen amazing sunrises and sunsets, known amazing people, and raised amazing kids.
Lately I retired and things got dull, so I’m writing again. Wish me luck.