I was first published in 1990 while living above a seaside club called The Bon Vue Inn, where I worked five nights a week punching drunks and cleaning-up the result.  The historic, converted inn was a famous whorehouse during World War II, so if walls could talk . . . we would all be in therapy.

Bored with high society, I started slipping humorous short stories and articles under an office door of the Great Swamp Gazette, a magazine of art and literature at the University of Rhode Island.  Since working in a nightclub was perfect training for college, I started attending classes full-time, in the fall of 1992. 

I graduated in 1996, after being elected the Gazette’s Managing Editor for four consecutive years, while freelancing for the Providence Sunday Journal, Narragansett Times, and Westerly Sun.  Sabotage Press published two small books in 1992: Buddha at the Track and Trail of the Screaming Blue Fetus.  I also won two Nancy Potter Short Story awards, but since the name “Nancy Potter” draws big blank stares, forget about it.  I also placed second in an international screenplay contest sponsored by Sony, so there.  More recently, my works have won, placed, and shown fourteen times in “America’s Funniest Humor!” contest, at HumorPress.com.  These awards have recently been covered in the Hartford Courant, Eastern Connecticut’s Chronicle, and the Winning Writer’s website.  So far, the countless awards and news coverage has done absolutely nothing for me, but I’ve been burning bridges faster than General Sherman.  Bad career move, or crazy like a FOX?! 

The Dog was at the Keg Again is a collection of HumorPress award pieces, and available at Amazon Kindle.  You would be the very first buyer. 

Expendable You is a culmination of humorous observations dating back to boyhood years in Minnesota, when a toilet attacked gramps, and beer swilling fishermen worshiped a legendary fish named Old Ned.  It has also been delivered with a strong allegiance to the disenchanted workers and jaded unemployed now haunting our great nation.  Woven throughout the stories of everyday life is the epic saga of a career well-wasted, imbedded with a few expanded pieces from “America’s Funniest Humor”, and displayed for anyone who has ever thought about the long day’s events while driving home angry and exhausted, with a ME FIRST tailgating inches off their bumper, and a drunken co-worker screaming on the cell phone.

I believe laughter really is the best medicine, even if it’s creepy and maniacal, like before they throw the switch.

I live with two Asian wolves and a neurotic Jack Russell in The Quiet Corner of northeastern Connecticut.  Look, they’re staring at me again.