Updated: Nov 18, 2020
You would think that deciding what to do for a living would be a memorable event. "From this day forward, I am going to do thus!" (Thusly) But I don't recall ever deciding what I was going to do for a living. I just did things, and made things. The things I made, I usually gave away, until one day, someone to whom I had not given anything, asked that I make something for them, and they wanted to pay me to do it. That is all that happened, and as it happened more and more, I worked for others less and less. By the time I was 20, I was self- employed, most of the time. I've never applied for a job, or at least that is the way I remember it, until my wife, Tori, who saves everything, including me, showed me this letter I wrote to the LaGrande Observer. It is signed by me, and is almost certainly in my "handwriting", so I stand corrected!
No doubt, by this evidence, I should have been a proofreader. Hindsight, you know, but that is kind of why I am writing this. I know most of my sentences are incorrect in some fashion or another, and I have no sense at all as to what a paragraph should and should not be. I don't know where a comma goes, or why it goes there, or doesn't. Pronouns, amateur nouns, I don't know. I have understood my rank among my fellow English Class classmates since I was but a lad at the very back of the room, by the sink, next to Eldon Sweeney. I'm the guy the high school English teachers flipped a coin over. Mrs. Bleakney lost. And I liked her fine. So it seems that my entries in this website, meant to add a bit of color, or cover for what is mostly a bunch of photos, are pretty full of errors. Thanks to Tori, and a few others, many of my more flagrant and stupefying sentences are deleted or corrected. The ones that squeak through, well, nobody has to read them. I just want to make clear that if my reader(s) are having troubles making sense of the things I write, I apologize. (Tori will try to do better!) I am mostly designed for beating and grinding on things. So if you see anything wrong with that, I'm the guy to contact! Otherwise, use your imagination! Isn't that what art is all about?