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Wanna know about me? Wanna "walk the mile in my shoes"? Wanna see what has made me what I am today? Sit back and take a gander at this....
Early Life
I was born in Mt. Vernon, Ohio on October 5, 1971. I was led to believe that I was the product of "make-up" sex between my mother and father. They had been separated and were about to divorce. I came along and it gave them a reason to re-new their wedding vows, which they did in March, 1971.
Everyone tells me that I was a very cute baby. I have seen some of my baby pictures and I would have to say (my ego not withstanding) that I have to agree. If I ever get a hold of them again, I may just post some to my page to prove it.
I barely remember the house I grew up in being built. I do remember being there when some of the plaster for the ceiling was being done. I search my memory banks and can see a guy jabbing this flower patterned contraption into the ceiling. I would have told him to stop had I know how many ballons that pattern would cost me in the future.
My dad worked for the Chattanooga Glass factory. His factory produced glass bottles for anything from soda-pop to ketchup to beer and wine. He worked a swing shift so you never know when he was going to be home. My mom worked for the Post Office in Mt. Vernon. All I can remember from her job was seeing her at the window whenever we went there. We always showed up when she had a long line so we never got to much interaction with her at work.
I remember spending a lot of time in my youth with my cousin, Jerry Young. They lived right next door to us for a while before they moved away. I seem to remember them moving a lot. I never understood why. All I knew was that Jerry was moving again and that we had to help them.
I met my best friend (non family) when I was just 3 years old. My grandfather's farm was a short distance away from our house so we would walk the gravel/paved road to get to his house. One day, me and my older sister were walking back home when we saw someone had moved into a house along our route. There was a small boy there who looked to be my age. His name was Ben Loebick. Ben had noticedthat there was a lot of tar on my feet and he asked his dad to see if they had anything to clean it off (The kid was three years old and was already trying to get into the feet cleaning business). His dad did his best to get the tar off of my feet but it was no use. But, I had found a friend that I have kept to this day.
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