Born in Long Island, New York, have lived in New Jersey, Connecticut, Arizona, California, and Oklahoma. Lived three years in Italy and Germany while in USAF.(Air Police: K-9 section). Now live in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Married after whirlwind romance to same wife for over 30 years. Currently run my own real estate school in Oklahoma. Like to study foreign languages for a few months just to see how they work. Also like Latin and giving speeches. I’ve taught Philosophy, Advertising, Property Management, and many real estate subjects at the University, Community College, and Technical School level. Now writing non-fiction book on the Romance genre. I was trained to be a philosopher and history teacher but have worked mostly in advertising, marketing, and real estate.
O Editor! My Editor! Our endless task is done;* My book has weather’d every cut, the prize I sought is won; The prize is dear, shout-outs I hear, my friends all exulting, With misty eyes I feel the truth, the path was grim and daunting;
Oh heart! Heart! Heart! O the bleeding drops of red On the desk my romance lies Fallen cold and dead.
O Editor! My Editor…
You had the power You held the pen You made the cuts You wrote ‘the end’.
Perhaps ‘the end’ was the most unkindest cut of all… the reader sees only what's there to see, while gone forever is the best of me.
O Editor! My Editor…
Where you sought brevity, I sought beauty.
While you moved the story, I moved the reader.
When your aim was 200 pages, Mine was to rock the ages.
You raced to win the roses, I slowed to smell the roses.
To you a book is ink and paper, a job delivered best in time.
To me a book is something magical best played in the reader’s mind.
* My apologies to Walt Whitman.
The Editor’s Story
The editor looked down at the young man and said, “I’ve read your script. Too many words".
“To be or not to be, that is the question.”
I’ve changed it to: “Here’s the question”.
And in this other play where you write:
“Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your ears,”
Just say, “Compatriots, listen up.”
No thank you sir, the young man said, I’ll publish it myself.