The short version of the reason I think I can write stems back to winning second place in a creative writing contest in college.  The long version, remarkably, has fewer details.  I teach high school English and evening classes at a community college.  I read Ayn Rand in the bathroom and Thomas the Train books to my son.  My wife and I are starting separate blogs.  I’ve said things that other people think are funny, even though nothing in this here-I-am paragraph would support that.

I am first and foremost really average.  I stand six-feet-zero inches and sit four-feet three inches.  I started this blog so I could avoid saying stupid things around the house and getting in trouble with my wife.  She’s the smart one, by the way.

I teach high school English, so I feel safe in stating I’m an expert at virtually nothing above deciphering teenagers’ handwritten versions of our beloved language.  I was a riverboat gambler, but those are really hard to get into the casinos these days.  I’m a father of two and will most likely bore the blogging world with my hard-to-believe stories about fatherhood.

If you don’t know me already, this brief description and my blogs will surely be enough to persuade you to avoid actual face-to-face contact with me for the rest of eternity.

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