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
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
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
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.