: About Me

 If you are expecting a fantastic and exciting bio, then you are about to be disappointed. There is not much to tell about me, but here goes. I grew up in South Jersey in a college town named Glassboro. I graduated from Glassboro High School in 1973, caught a bus in Philadelphia (Trailways was having a special; $50.00 and they would take you anywhere you wanted to go in the United States.) 3 days later I got off of the bus in San Antonio, Texas; right in the middle of their big Fiesta celebration, and I have been here since.  

I have worked in the automotive collision industry for 30+ years and still enjoy going to work everyday.

I have always fancied myself a writer of sorts, mainly poetry and fictional stories. I am still trying to hone the craft, but practice makes perfect they say. One thing that I can say with some certainty is I have a wild and vivid imagination that never quits. I almost see more with my eyes closed than with them open. I am always trying to create smiles and catch the reader off guard with whatever I choose to write. Helium allows me to be myself, as weird as I like, as passionate as I like...and I like that.  

My passion is ...

what happens next

I know too much about ...

stuff I don't know

My parents always told me ...

clean up your room

My childhood ambition ...

a baseball player

My favorite memory ...

is ongoing

Why I write ...

To escape the real world

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

The Devil in the White City - Erik Larson/ Downton Abbey/ Mike McClure Band

My first job ...

Peach Packer at a local farm

My best moment ...

each day

My inspiration ...

is right outside my window

Creative Writing > Flash Fiction Flash fiction: The investment banker

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Joe moves slowly down the hallway with his mop bucket squeaking as it rolls along the floor. Dipping his mop in, he rings it out and begins sloshing it across the hallway. He has worked this job for 18 years, never missing a day and is still only paid minimum wage. But that is ok with him, he doesn’t need much, his wife had passed years ago and it was just him and his dog now. He checks his Timex watch, it is 10:15 and he is surprised to see the light still on in old man Geever’s office at the end of the hall. Jonathan Geever was an investment banker and the head of this firm. ...

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• 3Writing Contest Winner
• Creative Writing Gold
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