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I was born in the mid-20th century (the 1900's). About 1962 I began writing poetry and fiction. About 1964 I worked for a friend of my dad's, tearing down a house where Route 52 was being widened to four lanes, Wheelersburg, Ohio, USA. He wanted to salvage the material to build a garage. I don't think he ever did. But the $5.00 I earned for each two days' work bought me a Norma guitar. That's when I began to write songs. They weren't great songs but they had enough merit to keep me playing. My brothers got in a tussel over it and broke it. In high school I took an aptitude test. It came back as a graph with a small spike for clerical work. I was literate. But there was a huge spike for the fine arts. I liked things artful, visual, musical, conceptual, words. Life's what happens while you're making plans. Life happened. I was drafted, letter from President Richard Milhous Nixon, "Greetings," 'Come and be used to some purpose in the American War in Southeast Asia.' The Nazi Big Lie was that it was to stop communism. They're still telling that lie, with the latest updates. I joined the military, loaded bombs and missiles and aircraft guns, never making it to the war zone. I survived misleadership of the military-industrial- political-intelligence-underworld complex, went to work in various fields, ending up in a 30-year "career" in that small spike I told you about. But I kept writing songs in the big spike over that 40 odd years, and those were odd years. Black people couldn't even vote. In 1965, black Americans made up 20% of the front lines of the war, far out of proportion to their numbers in the US population. The 'brothers' called it 'Soulville' up there. If you got in trouble with the law the judge might ask if you'd rather go to prison or in the Army. Bob Dylan changed songwriting from Doo Wop to something old made new again. President John Fitzgerald Kennedy was assassinated in November 1963, Martin Luther King in April 1968, and Robert Francis Kennedy in June 1968. "What in the hell's going on?" I remember questioning the universe. I had no idea. You still don't. Now, 2007, I'm being pushed out of the little spike and scared by negative possibilities, but, suddenly, I'm seeing, trying to see, outside that door, a new world of positive possibilities. It's out there. I'm sure of it. And now, I've got a couple hundred songs to play that I didn't have back then. Wait'll you hear them. I hope to figure out how to upload them and sell them for ninety-nine cents like others do. Let's see; that means, if I sell a million of them...oh well, one day at a time.