A word about the posts you’ll find on Mr. Write’s Page…
As early as elementary school, I dreamed grandly and vaguely of a career that would allow me to tinker with words. I was a clueless kid, but damned if it didn’t work out. Almost every job I ever held involved me in the art of wordsmithing.
But I didn’t wait to begin writing. Early on, I fashioned innocuous short stories. By eighth grade, I had begun journaling regularly. Through high school and college, I was documenting the deliberate as well as the inadvertent comedy around me, just because it was fun.
For several years as a young adult, I kept a detailed daily record, typewritten, the entries often consisting of two or more single-spaced pages. That practice ended when I got married. A daily journal takes lots of leisure time.
Most of the documentation described above is still in my possession. The starting point for many posts on Mr. Write’s Page is either that material or one of the countless emails I’ve saved.
Some of my posts are about the present, but many are memories of the old days. When I feel the need to look back, I simply descend into the vault, polish up a suitable nugget, and press the Publish button.
I mention this because some posts may strike you as suspiciously heavy on the details. Perhaps, you may think, they are fiction disguised as recollections.
They’re not. They’re from the vault.

I love your stories. I can’t say it any more clearly…or genuinely.
I appreciate that very much. I get a lot of enjoyment out of writing them.