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About Me

I am thirty-somthing years old. I have been married since 1996. I have one daughter and one son ... but I have five children. The first one is my wife, The second is my dog. The third is my daughter, and the fourth is another dog, then I have a son. I have put them in the order of "purchase" (not that I "purchased" all of them, just a couple). Anyway, on with the story ... I was born a poor black child, no, wait, that was a movie...

The Beginning

New England

I was born in Nashua New Hampshire. I lived there with my mom and a paternal parent (I won't even go there). From there we moved around New England and finally ended up in Massachusetts (or as the locals call it Taxachusetts). My mother ended up getting a divorce from my paternal parent and moved to Illinois. She had family there.

Posen, Illinois

We ended up in a town called Posen. It is a mediocre town, has its rough spots and its middle class (not any upper class that I can recall). I stayed in Posen for a short while (I think it was about two years, I don't know for sure, I was too young).

Lockport, Illinois

Then I moved to Lockport. Lockport was pretty cool, big house, and gigantic yard with a hedge running right through the center of it. At one end of the hedge was the street and the other was a big old tractor tire my stepfather got from the farm his father lived on. We had such a great time in that yard. One year, actually it was winter of '79 when my stepfather made a maze in the yard with a snowblower (we got a lot of snow that year, I have a mug now that says, "I survived the blizzard of '79" on it). That was pretty cool. It had a huge forest of bushes on the East Side of it too, kinda like a cave. My brother Micah and I would always pretend that there was a hole there where monsters came out. We used to tell stories like that. I remember even using my mother's tape recorder (we had "tape recorders" in those days, not "boom-boxes") and taped a story. I don't think the tape has survived to this day. My mother got divorced two more times and we lost quite a bit of memorabilia during all that time. I guess it's ok because then you don't end up carrying around a bunch of useless things. My wife, for example, has lived in the same house for most of her life. She and her father collected lots of stuff. Now that I am living in a house, I am collecting a lot of garbage. Back to the story ...

Hickory Hills, Illinois

... I moved to Hickory Hills after a few years. We lived in a small house with an abusive ... I think that the nicest way to put it would be "sub-human". I can't think of anything lower than a sub-human person. My problem is, I got along with him the best (until my "Dad" came along. But that would be jumping ahead of myself).

When my mother got divorced again, I became a firefighter. I was a firefighter for 10 years. Reflecting on it now, man, that was half of a career. We moved in together when Kelle's father passed away, that was on May 15th, 1994 (I hope I got that right, she'll kill me if I didn't get it right). Because of the house situation (Kelle had to move out), we got an apartment. It took me all of four hours to get this place. It was no palace, don't get me wrong though, it wasn't a dump, either. We stayed there for a very short while. We ended up living there for a whopping 6 months. You see, we had a dog (Peachie Kean), the co-landlord said that having a dog there would not be a problem. Well, the landlord found out after we were there for six months and told us that the dog had to go or we did. Not a good thing to tell Kelle. She's been companions with this dog for twelve years at this time.

Anyway, we had to find another place to live. We ended up moving a couple of apartment buildings away from my mother. That was really cool. We all enjoyed that. We were able to go over to her house any time we wanted and she could come over any time she wanted, it was great ... in that respect. Kelle and I had a rough time here. We almost didn't survive as a relationship, I don't know what it was that stressed us out, but, there was about six months when I thought we were going to cave in.

After the rough period ended, I asked Kelle to marry me. I figured that if we could withstand being homeless and go through her father dying and everything, we would be able to stay together forever (so far, I've been right).

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