Writing is something I've always enjoyed.  When I'm not making photos or carving wood, I'm writing (if I'm not walking or sitting quietly). Some people think I'm good, others refuse to comment, and some just don't enjoy it at all. 

In the 1970s, I was on my way to being a poet.  I worked with Jack McManus at Penn State University in the late sixties and early seventies, then lost track of myself and began doing other things, most of which didn't quite live up to my expectations.  My last attempt at being a 'real' poet was a reading which went very well despite my state of advanced inebriation.  After that, I concentrated on what would become a career in the world of quality and continual improvement. My thoughts about that part of my life can be found at http://www.systhinc.com.

In 2006, I quit looking for a job and retired to Herford, NRW, Germany, where I have lived ever since.  You can catch occasional glimpses of my life in Herford at The Stone Street Report.

I've been working on the never-ending novel for what seems to be entirely too long, but it's still fun, so I'll continue.
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