I’m a retired respiratory care practitioner with too much time on my hands. Over the years, many friends and family have urged me to write, just write something. I thought about a book, but thought I should start with a blog. After 72 years, I realized that there’s a lot of stuff floating around in my head. Since I lost my hair, I grew concerned that these random thoughts just might escape through the top of my head. So here you go, friends and family. I will do my best.
I have lived a life filled with adventure, travel, work, work, community service, and family. It is my role as a husband and father of 3 that I cherish the most. Once I wanted to be a cowboy, a fireman, a sheriff, and a priest. Six years after I graduated from Arizona State University, I finally decided I should do something with my life. I was having too much fun backpacking the mountains of the west, and while roaming the Rockies, a light switched on in my not yet bald head. I was going to work in health care. I chose to go back to school to pick up the sciences that I avoided by earning a bachelor of arts degree, and within a few years I started my newly chosen career. It was there that this happy content bachelor fell in love with a nurse, became a happy husband at 34, and a proud father of 3 children.