Now for the dirt . . .
Years ago, I was pushed out into the cold scary world (The Bronx) two days after Thanksgiving, and I still haven’t fully recovered from the trauma.
I have just the slightest touch of agoraphobia, acrophobia, aquaphobia, social phobia, fear of eating healthy (or I just hate vegetables), and a few others. But they add up.
I’ve learned to cope by seeing the humor in things.
Growing up in Long Island, I somehow made it through Boy Scout camping, Catholic school, and dodge ball. I’ve earned degrees in journalism, social work, and the school of soft taps.
I’m a counselor at a community college, where I try hard to get young people to consider careers beyond the obvious (teacher, nurse, cop), and to finish their degrees.
I wasn’t afraid to get married 30 years ago, so I have an understanding wife named Kathleen who no longer rolls her eyes at my quirks, at least not in front of me. We have no kids, but we’ve adopted two cats and a dog and have given them the unassuming names Einstein, Newton, and Copernicus.
I like to read, especially mysteries and thrillers, as well as the LL Bean catalog so I can be grateful I’m not out in sub-zero weather tracking deer. Early influences were The Hardy Boys, Sherlock Holmes, and Agatha Christie. I’m also a fan of the old Thin Man movies.
Other hobbies include avoiding sports, avoiding the outdoors, and avoiding manual labor.
Fridays are my big day, when I actually get out into the world. I go to a Bible study and a writing group. Sometimes I stop for a donut.
I wrote a funny (I hope) mystery novel, kind of like the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich, only better. (I probably won’t be getting a cover blurb from her now.) The female protagonist is a snarky Niagara Falls wedding photographer who has some anxiety issues, such as having her own picture taken. See, not every novel is autobiographical.
So, my web site is about fears, Niagara Falls, and looking at the humor in life. Let me know what you think.