I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin at a very young age, lol.
My parents were very young, my mom 16 and my dad was almost 18.
I grew up in Northern Wisconsin. In a brick farmhouse. I used a hand-pump and an outdoor toilet for awhile.
I was very close to my great-grand parents, Ben and Eva Tarbox.
I joined the Army when I was 17, and stationed in Hawaii, was a hospital corpsmen.
When discharged I came to Homer, Alaska to attend the Alaska Bible Institute. I graduated in 1984.
Lynn and I met in 1987 in San Francisco, we married in 1989 and lived in the city for several months.
I was stranded for 36 hours in a small car north of Fairbanks in January 1986. It got down to 30 below zero. A week later I was almost burned to death in a cabin fire. I have lots of scar tissue on my back.
I drove an old van from Mexico to Alaska in 1998, I patched a big hole in the gas tank using a bar of lye soap. I drove it all the way to Homer without it leaking. Go figure.
I pastored Kachemak Bay Christian Church for three years. I loved it.
I had several medical crisis’ beginning in 2002. Brain surgery was needed, I found I had contracted HCV in 2003.
I aspire to be a writer. I’m now negotiating with a publisher. I also have three blogs.
I have severe tinnitus. I hear noise all the time. It gets old.
As a boy, my dream was to be a writer, or a forester.
A repentant rascal with definite issues, but who is seeking to be authentic in his faith to Jesus Christ.
An avid reader and a hopeful writer. Husband and father. A pastor and Bible teacher. A brain tumor survivor. Diagnosed with clinical depression, and now disabled.
Enjoys life, such as it is, in Alask.a (Actually I have it pretty good.)
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