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I am told my father put my mother and myself in a taxi for the ride home from the hospital and then proceeded to walk home himself. He made the decision to walk, not so much for the purpose of exercise but rather to make a stop at one or two of the 70 plus pubs along the way. I believe before his demise in his mid- fifties he had managed to have a pint in each and every pub in Inwood and beyond. I spent many moments of my youth accompanying my father to these pubs and it was probably in these whiskey smelling joints I developed an ear for dialogue. After all, my father's advice to me before entering these 'holy of holy' joints was, "Keep your mouth shut and your bowels open." I do not remember being particularly happy as a child. So why bother including any of that era in this bio. I went to All Hallows High School in the Bronx and a college in Saint Paul, Minnesota, which due to my academic non-achievement (not their fault) I shall leave nameless. I was always a dreamer, never a student. The first play I ever wrote was in the late seventies and is entitled, The Dumb Ox. It was such a piece of crap, to this day I can not look at it without feeling ill. My second play is entitled, La Table, which was written in 1979 and entered in the American College Theatre Festival. La Table was chosen first place winner of 'The David Library Award,' which I received in 1980 from The John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington D.C. And then I did an odd thing. I ceased to write. I began to raise a family and worked so many meaningless jobs that are not worth mentioning. But as the years went by there was never a moment I did not think about writing. In 1997 I finally kicked myself in the butt and said I must write again. What appears on this website is mostly my efforts from 1997 onward. I now live in a small town outside San Diego, California called Jamul (pronounced, Ha mool), with my wife, Wanda and sons, John-Ryan and Sean. Since most of my creative efforts are done sitting in my truck by a lake or under an oak tree upon a country road, I rely upon my wife, my best friend to put my efforts upon the computer. I still enjoy sitting in a pub listening to conversations and jotting down a line or two for future use. If you take a peek at my efforts please feel free to offer feedback. I would prefer cash but what the hell. Best wishes. Writing this is the hardest piece of writing I have ever had to do- and I am sure it shows.
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I
was born on March 3,1948 at Saint Elizabeth's Hospital in the Washington
Heights section of New York City. My family and I lived in the Inwood
section of Manhattan Island, the northern most point of the Island
and the last stop of the 'A' train.