Some would call me a Redneck and others might call me a Hillbilly, but I’m a proud southern boy raised on Sand Mountain, in Jackson County Alabama near a little country village called Pisgah, in a community called Blow Gourd.
I moved over the state line into Chattanooga, Tennessee in 1966 and went to work for the City of Chattanooga at the Moccasin Bend Waste Water Treatment Plant in 1971. I retired after 37 years in December 31, 2008.
I will be married to the same woman 39 years in July of this year. We have one daughter and she and her husband have a daughter and son.
My interest and hobbies are genealogy, woodwork, writing, and singing, photography.
I wrote plays, stories, and poems in high school, but there wasn’t anybody in my family or circle of friends to judge what I was capable of creating. The first hint that I was any good at all was when my 10th grade English teacher refused to believe that I had written a composition I turned in for homework one day. You got to take compliments wherever and however you can get them.
If a professional writer judged my right to be called a writer I’m sure I would make a failing grade. But I have no hope or interest in becoming a professional writer. I just want to record my thoughts and feelings and let others get to know them thru my words on paper. I am an inspirational writer. I have no imagination to sit and dream of things to write on paper at will. The material I use to write are born from experience or the mood I’m feeling at the time. I throw away the rule book on how to spell, punctuate, or using proper English and how to construct a sentence.
When I am inspired the words comes from my brain, down my arm, into my finger tips, and I type them. And if I don’t write it down right then and there it will be gone forever unless it returns under other situations. Sometimes I go back over my writing and do some editing, or use the spell checker to make some correction. I write the poems the way they come to me and then I get my wife to help me with the rhymes and construct the lines so they will flow a little more even.
After writing some of my material, I record it on video and upload it to YouTube. Now that is something to see and hear. Just imagine a guy who has a southern accent, plus improper English and a speech defect, describing his frustration over bicycle riders hogging the road and hollering Share the Road.
So if you read my material, I hope you are able to look over all the broken rules and bad English and jumbled up sentences and just read my mind and maybe get the correct message.
My spell checker said everything was spelled correctly. So if you find a misspelled word blame Microsoft Word.