the origin of me

I suppose that I should start by talking about what it was that I did for half of my life how I got interested in it and really where I came from in the very beginning so you can know why it was that I did what I did. Then we can talk about how it was that I wound up being the overnight guy here at this modestly priced motel I was born of poor black child. Just kidding. As of the writing of this I'm 58 years old and I was born in the mid 1960s. I grew up in a fairly common common, White household. I had a couple of parents and a little sister. That continued until I was 8 years old and my parents split up and I wound up living with my mom my sister and my grandma. Lots of estrogen. We moved away when I was 11 years old and I went to school in california. When I got into high school I discovered the radio TV department and thought it was pretty cool. I took a radio drama class and wanted to be a disc jockey. Then the cruel people of California past proposition 13. As a homeowner I love it, as a youngster it meant that the school budget got cut and the first thing to go was an elective like the radio and TV department. I moved my interest over to theater and stagecrafts. I was going to graduate high school and go to a nearby conservatory and get into theater. Just after I graduated high school however, I met a girl, fell in love, and decided to get married. That put a sidetrack to me doing what I felt like doing, and instead doing what I had to do to support a wife and ultimately a family. We had a couple of kids but then split up after a few years and moved on with our lives. I'll talk more about the kids and my marriage, the first one, in a future post. I divorced my wife and went on with my life in my twenties. The career that I was in at the time was the high-tech industry. I gotten into assembly and found I was really good at inspection. The idea that I didn't actually have to put something together, and I could just tell you why you didn't do it correctly seemed like a good job to me. One day when I was working in the factory that I was employed by I was inspecting the widgets that we made under a microscope listening to the radio and I got to thinking that there was something that I was going to do with my life but I wasn't doing. Oh that's right, how is going to have some fun. I forgot I was going to do that and maybe do something creative with my life. What could I do? Well maybe I could get a job working at the radio station that I was listening to and see where that took me. I asked them if I could get a part-time job, and they told me that they couldn't give me a paid gig, but if I was willing to work for free I could be an intern. I thought that was a pretty good deal so I joined forces with them and decided to do some radio. The internship turned into a part-time gang the part-time gig turn into a full-time gig and the rest is history. this has turning into a longer thing but I was inspecting so I'm going to take a break here and continue later.