Take II

You know revising and editing are crucial parts of the writing process. You didn't? Well, they are! LOL I thought I would start a blog because: 1). I've been meaning to do it for 2 years and 2). I'd love to share some of my writings with you. You see before life's rich pageant included being married, to a wonderful woman who has enriched my life immeasurably and 4 subsequent little ones, I used to write and take writing classes. It's something that my wife and I did prior to taking on other roles. Life is about priorities mine being my marriage and my kids.

I really feel it is time to once again make some forays into writing. God it is so therapeutic!

I plan on writing about a variety of subjects ranging from whatever to more traditional story formats. I really would appreciate your feedback. Don't worry about offending me cause I have no idea who you are:).

First of touch of my background which I'm sure will leak into my writing. I don't know how it couldn't! i grew up in Southern California in very close proximity to the beach. All the stuff that goes with the beach lifestyle was part of my upbringing. Yes I surfed and yes I loved it. Growing up was growing up relative to any other place across this land of ours. I watched friends stay and friends go. People died and people were born. I fell in and out of love. I thought I had all answers and later realized that I had no fucking clue. LOL Such is life.....

I would have to say the cornerstones of my life were initially surfing and baseball. I was passionate about both and used both as a personal refuge from unsavory elements in my life. It worked! Baseball was very good to me and I snagged a free college education thanks to playing on a buttload of teams in a buttload of leagues when it was available. As i think back on it, it harkens me back to a bit of dialogue found in Bull Durham when one character relates about the distance that has grown between father and son. But no matter which direction each individual went, they could always connect when talking about baseball. God Damn touching in my opinion. Hell, I'm way past playing catch with my dad in the backyard that i grew up in. But you know what? When I still talk baseball with my dad there is still a part of me holding my dad's hand as we go into Dodger Stadium and I'm 6 years old again. My dad isn't all gray, his hair is jet black and my hand fits so perfectly in his palm. He leans slowly down and says into my ear, "I've always dreamed of taking my son to a ballgame." Hope you enjoy my blog....