A stranger in a strange land

Sometimes we have to go look behind us to know where we are. Three years ago I thought I had it all figured out. Last year I lost everything and I thought I had it all figured out in that my life was over. Now I don’t know where I am again. Life seems to be a constant process of tearing down and building up, getting lost and seeking.

Strange Island

I have yet to read Heinlen’s STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND, but now that I have used the title I think I must.

I am familiar with the Doors though. “People are strange when you’re a stranger.”  Jim Morrison was the dean of English at the University I attended and my advisor.  I have felt the words and the meaning of the Jim Morrison song.

When I was younger I thought that writing was my way out.  I thought I would be Herman Melville or Kurt Vonnegut.  And at the age of 24 I graduated with a BA in English and thought the world would open up for me.  Well, it didn’t.  I mean, what can you do with a BA in English?

I did win some awards, have a radio play produced, produce a few of my own plays and was involved in radio and film, but, after a…

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