I am a nationally-published cartoonist.
(It went from my college newspaper (who wouldn’t run it for copyright reasons) to the campus underground newspaper (who did print it) to an outfit called the New Liberation News Service (by which time they had a copy of a copy of a copy) who, I think, sent it out to somebody, somewhere.)
Books give me some hope that in the thirty-first century I will be cited in some tedious scholar’s tedious dissertation, which is my greatest ambition. Thank you, Library of Congress.
I’ve lead a pretty unusual life and been in some unusual circumstances but nothing that I can think of that would be interesting or one for the history books.
Back when Mark McQuire was in the heat of the single season home run record, CNN wanted to do a fluff piece on little league players view of the chase. I was coach of a little league baseball team. My co-coach was a CNN producer. Convenient. They filmed our entire practice, interviewed the players and boiled it down to a 1 minute feature.
Let’s see, I’ve been alive over 25 million minutes, and was “famous” for less than one. Suits me!
I own one of a few (I think) signed copies of Dean Koontz’s “House of Thunder”. It’s an edition that was published under the Leigh Nichols pseudonym. The writing above the signature says only 500 were distributed
I have rolled a UPS truck. Turns out when you do that, doors break open and packages go everywhere. Also, it can be the beginning of a new and different career.
I have flown a B-17 bomber. This one, if you’re interested. It’s in my logbook.
Written a couple of books, two of which are foundational works in their fields.
Shaped, managed and executed a well-regarded international special event for 800 people.
There is a chance that I may become a household name this year, or at least extremely widely known, as a result of a socioeconomic engineering project I am now pulling together.