Dale J. Flowers
Bio: I was born in St. Louis, Missouri and attended the kindergarten, grade school, and high school of Saint John’s. In high school, I was placed in the third track. The first track was for college bound kids, the second for the blue collar types, and the third for juvenile delinquents and slow learners; with dyslexia I easily fell into the third. Subsequently, punctuation and spelling still strike me as something of a divine mystery.
My college education started at Forest Park Community College in St. Louis and continued on at South East Missouri University of Cape Girardeau.
A short break in college was provided by the draft board in 1969. It was then, in the army, I became 63A-10 truck mechanic. I have no idea what those numbers stand for and still have zero mechanical aptitude. Discharged, I continued my education, receiving my B.S. and M.A. in 1974, 1975 respectively. What I took away from Cape Girardeau was an appreciation for small towns.
Always curious about the ocean, I started working my way West. Stopping off in Colorado for a few years, I earned a living as a teacher’s aid in Denver, before becoming a permanent transplant to the Northwest. I soon realized that the ocean sounded too much like the interstate. Subsequently, I have avoided Oregon’s natural beauty wherever it’s touched by the Pacific. In Oregon I became curious about writing, which I’ve been perusing for the past fifteen years. My writings frequently reflect Oregon’s distinctly wet climate, a brooding temperament. Now that I am a retired public high school teacher, I have more time to spend on two of my two favorite past-times, writing and drawing.
by Dale J. Flowers
The collection of fourteen short stories, written over a period of 12 years, running the range from the tender, to the absurd, and back again. From the awkward blind date, to a humorous stay on a psychiatric ward, the collection explores the human mind and heart from various points-of-view.
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