I am currently residing in mid missouri and am a father of three and soon to be a grandfather. My oldest girl is in Ohio. My son is cuurently serving in the army stationed in Iraq. My youngest is 12 and I will probably never let her out of the house. I am a production supervisor for a large manufacturing facility and have been stuck on the evening shift for way too much time. My hobbies are woodworking, gardening and playing the violin. I have always dreamed of writing and this will be my first attempt.

My passion is ...

I would have to say my passion is to create things. I have always had a problem with sitting still. I work on wood crafts or in my garden.Or with my music as I enjoy playing the fiddle.

I know too much about ...

Very little.I am the perverbial jack of all trades and master of none.

My parents always told me ...

It is always better to be silent and called a fool then to speak and remove all douts

My childhood ambition ...

To ba a singer

My favorite memory ...

Birth of my son

Why I write ...

To share my joys and observations of life and how the world has changed

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I love music of the 70's and earlt 80's.Bluegrass, contempory christian, classical, anything but rap. In my opinion it is not music and displayes no other talent then the ability to make noise.

My first job ...

Working on a horse raddish farm

My best moment ...

Too many to list and not enough to remember.

My inspiration ...

My wife and kids

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Appreciating the little things in life

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I witnessed an interesting phenomenon the other day.

I had stopped at a local convenience store and while waiting in line to pay for my diet soda, I noticed a gentlemen and his young son. A farmer maybe or perhaps a construction worker I can't be sure but what was apparent was his strong hands. An old ball cap sat on top of a tanned and weathered brow. Dust and dirt rode in the crevices of his boots ad his jeans were faded and worn from many months of wear and washing.

He seemed to give a great sigh when reaching for his wallet to pay for the fuel he had just put into his pick up. ...

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