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Mike Seliger
This apple did not end up falling that far from the tree. I'd lived in New York City from soon after graduating from U.of Michigan in '63, until my son Danny was about to enter first grade in 1990, when I moved back here to within two miles of Hickory Hill where I'd grown up and my parents still lived. My father passed away about five years ago, mother still there.
Although the move was intended to help stabilize a tense marriage and provide better education opportunities for Danny, got divorced after Danny's fifth grade and Tappan Zee High School was a total disaster. Danny now in private boarding school I can hardly afford.Got BA from Michigan, MA in Psychology from the New School For Social Research in NY, and PhD in Sociology from City University of NY. Have also spent time studying and practicing the arts of Clowning, Mime and Storytelling and am an active member of New York's Storytelling community.
Currently Director of Planning and Program Development at Bronx Community College. Been at BCC or its Educational Opportunity Center for over 12 years. Also teach Human Services courses, which I've done at various other places. I am also involved with a consulting organization that does conflict resolution and diversity training in both the public and private sectors, and is really excellent. Its president is a former student of mine.
Long and varied consultant career includes training VISTA volunteers, Peace Corps workers, Head Start personnel, and lots of other stuff.
Back in the sixties was a peace activist, went to Woodstock, was at the Chicago Democratic Convention in 68 as a street theater person, and have no regrets for myself. If any of that contributed to my kid's confusion, I have regrets about that. But he does seem to still love being the son of a storyteller. He also certainly outshone me in both soccer and baseball during the years I helped coach his teams.
Best thing about being back in the County is coming home from work and breathing clean air and seeing bright stars flickering overhead. Then I have to walk the basset hound that Danny talked me into getting for him a year before he ended up in boarding school. No regrets walking this sweet dog either, but do wish Danny was home.
Would be delighted to hear what has become of everyone...
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