In the early 1960s, I was born into a big Irish Catholic Family in Brooklyn, NY.  With over 100 aunts, uncles and cousins, childhood passed like a parade full of people on stilts, gigantic balloon characters floating over the crowd, big men in tiny cars, marching bands, baton twirlers.  When I was 17 I looked at a globe in the high school library and realized that the Southern Indian Ocean was the furthest I was every going to get from Brooklyn, so I joined the Navy.

Working as a mechanic on the USS Enterprise out of San Francisco, my mates and I ran down the gangway and into cities across Asia, Africa and Australia.  We smoked and drank and ran with racy girls through nightclubs and awoke in cheap hotels.  We drank cans of beer on beaches, played volleyball and snorkeled in the waves.

My seabag was always stocked with paperbacks.  Indiscriminately, I read great literature, sci-fi shockers, mystery thrillers and crackpot self help books.  I hid away in missile launchers and under ladders aboard ship and spent hours scribbling my own kooky ideas on yellow legal pads with blue Bic pens.  I kept right on scribbling until those tales, with odd plots and screwball characters, blew up in to half baked novels.  Every few  months I shoved my pads overflowing with words and tattered paperbacks into shoeboxes and sent them home to my dad with notes asking him to keep them until my return.

I left the Navy and went to college in NY and Colorado.  I wrote about sports and current events for Boulder's Colorado Daily and sold a few short stories to HIGH TIMES magazine.  After travelling around Europe I settled in Oregon where I work as a project manager for a green energy company.

Still writing every day, I've sharpened my writing chops and now I think I've got several manuscripts worthy of daylight.  Please check back because you'll see SAILORS TAKE WARNING and SAILORS DELIGHT on Amazon in 2014. 

Peace and Love my Friends.