Yes, I blame all my woes on Jack Kerouac and his ridiculous book. That rambling, disjointed crap sent me out into the world after high school with my thumb in the wind and everything I owned stuffed into a ratty backpack. As he said, “The best teacher is experience and not through someone’s distorted point of view.” Well, Jack, it turns out a college degree might have come in handy, too. Hindsight, right?
Despite my educational failings, the ability to communicate effectively has always been an integral part of my life and work…whether it was writing jokes for a morning radio show, website content for a civil engineering firm, Dave Barry-esque musings in Michigan’s second largest daily paper or scripts to feed the insatiable news machine. It’s all about telling a good story. If you’re looking to categorize me, I would gladly accept the title of “humorist.” I’ll be posting stories that talk “largely about small matters, and smally about great affairs,” to steal from James Thurber (another inspiration).
Unfortunately, that sometimes requires more than 140 characters (okay, most times), so be ready to invest a few more minutes. I’ll try and make it worth your while. A word of warning…I’m an adult and as such use adult language on occasion. It’s meant to entertain rather than shock, but proceed at your own peril. I just feel there is far too little laughter in the world.