by Doug Hawley
Everyone thought that Janet and Mike Wilkie were the perfect couple, and
with good reason. Both of them were as close to physically perfect as
imaginable. Janet was a tall Filipina – Irish mix and Mike was Italian –
German. She was 5’8” and model attractive and he was 6’3” and could have
done ads in Esquire. Both were athletic, she was a distance swimmer who
had swum the Bosporus and he had been drafted as a point guard for the
Boston Celtics, but decided to start his own business.
While Mike was perfecting his electronic empire, Gold, which rivaled Apple
or Microsoft, Janet had moved from local showings of her paintings to
achieving huge success in New York and other world capitals. Many of her
works of neo-impressionism, or as they came to be known to those who lusted
for neologisms, heightened reality, appeared in the halls of major
corporations. Her paintings, according to one critic “looked more real
With that kind of success, you would expect that they would hang with the
elite and shun the unwashed. To universally shattered expectations, they
shunned the spotlight and hung out with buds from high school and college.
They lived in a comparatively modest 10,000 square foot house in the West
Hills of Portland, where they had always lived. There was no leaving for
the Silicon Valley, Boston, LA or New York.
They shunned an open involvement in politics, but were powers behind the
scenes. They fully supported revisions to the insane form of Portland
government and were behind politicians who had substance, rather than the
usual useless councilors who valued ideology over substance. They did not
succeed because of the deluded local electorate, but they never stopped
They were open about their favorite causes, such as Planned Parenthood and
quality education, which they did not confuse with support of the teacher’s
Of course they could not be the perfect couple without perfect children.
Peg, the older, had graduated from the University Of Oregon and gone on to
found “Whole World Blind” (an eye for an eye and the whole world is blind)
which worked with any group that supported peace. They worked with
moderate groups in Israel and Palestine to come up with a plan for an
equitable boundary and the sharing of resources, and a group in Belgium
attempting equal education for both the French and Dutch populations.
Given the irrationality of much of the world, the success of “Whole World
Blind” was limited, but it did prevent some hostilities and helped some
Jason followed in his father’s footsteps and was working on an advanced,
voice activated user friendly programming language, Simple, for Gold.
Using his language, rather than writing Y = 5X, with Simple the programmer
would just say “Y is 5 times X”. He already had father Mike thinking that
he could turn the reins over to Jason in a few years.
Not only should a perfect couple have perfect children, they should have a
perfect family life. Both Mike and Janet when asked if they ever fooled
around responded with a Paul Newman quote “Why go out for hamburger when
you can have steak at home.” There had never been any gossip about
improprieties by anyone in the family. Regardless of tough schedules they
always saved time for family activities. They camped all over the west and
fished in their favorite Oregon spots, including some ocean fishing.
Rather than taking the grand tour in the old sense, they usually vacationed
in Latin America. They had a tutor who taught the whole family Spanish,
so they were comfortable in most of the continent. Their routine over
twenty years was to go to Latin America and “somewhere else” once a year.
“Somewhere else” had been the UK, the Mediterranean, Scandinavia, South
Africa, Hudson Bay, Viet Nam, Ceylon and all over the USA.
Or Were They?
Of course not, but they were close.
Mike dropped his healthy mental and physical routine whenever Janet was out
of town at one of her openings. He ate junk food, including, but not
limited to potato chips, pizza, hamburgers, and tater tots. He consumed
not a bite of healthy vegetables. He drank cheap wine. The closest he got
to vegetables was vegging out on the couch watching gross horror movies and
teenage farces. He saw no ballet, opera or challenging theatre while she
was gone. When she returned, he went back to looking after mind and body.
Janet’s indulgence was high stakes poker when she was on the road. She
never bet more than she had. She did not lose her jewelry or any of her
paintings, much less the cars or the house.
Peg, during her rebellious period, got pregnant at sixteen and got a quiet
abortion out of state. After that she was more cautious, but did continue
to experiment. As she put it, “I’m not settling down until I’ve had a lot
Jason smoked marijuana from the eighth grade through high school, but
decided he’d better straighten out before he started college.
It would be fair to say that they all liked their fun, but kept it within
How Did They Get That Way?
Mike came about his excellence in a strange way. His mother Cindy was a
heavy drinker in college and was knocked up at a fraternity party while
close to unconscious. The father Jake was a party-hearty kind of guy with
no ambition. They acquiesced when both parents urged them to marry. After
the wedding, hubby continued to be generally useless. Cindy had to quit
college and get a job as a waitress to support the family after their
daughter Julie, was born. As the father drank more and more, he was not
only financially worthless, but sexually worthless. Cindy had the sense to
see that she had to quit drinking so there would be one responsible person
in the family.
Cindy became lonely and depressed from her situation. One night when Jake
was unconscious, she went to see a Portland State basketball game. PSC got
a very narrow victory. In her exuberance, she caught the power forward on
the way out of the gym. They ended up in a motel and she ended up
pregnant. To keep her indiscretion from being discovered, she was able to
seduce Jake during a rare moment of sobriety. The subterfuge was made
easier by having the only white player on the team be the father.
Things were made simpler for her when Jake fatally lost a contest with a
power pole coming home drunk after hours at a local tavern. The family
benefited from addition by subtraction.
Mike’s biological father was not only an athlete, but a dual scholar in
business management and electrical engineering. His success came from a
determined mother and a great sperm donor.
Janet’s success is much easier to explain. Father Joseph was the producer
of a long running television show “Runway” in which her mother Sue starred
as the boss of a successful clothes design shop. They introduced Janet to
art, fashion and music at a young age. The family traveled the world
during the show’s annual hiatus. When Janet got to be a little older Joseph
and Sue decided they didn’t need any more money and Portland would be a
great place to raise Janet.
The Fairy Tale Ends
Mike usually took the Jaguar to the office and Janet drove the huge
Suburban to her clothes design shop. One day in December, Janet said half
in jest, “Mike you have all of the fun. I want to take the Jaguar today.”
Fair minded Mike agreed that it was her turn to drive something sporty, so
As Janet was pulling away from a four way stop, a Ford beater ran the stop
sign and hit the Jaguar on the passenger side. For the remainder of their
lives, it would be an unspoken question “Would she have been protected
better in the Suburban.”
After months in the hospital Janet was released in a wheelchair. The
Wilkies were told that she would never walk again, but they hoped for a
While caring for Janet, Mike found out as much as he could about the driver
of the beater that hit their Jag. The immediate salient facts were that
Doug Jenkins was eighteen years old, had a record of misdemeanors, a very
high alcohol blood level of .25% and tried to drive away after the
accident. Mike was not satisfied with this surface account. Digging
deeper, he found out that the driver was born to meth heads and had
subsequently passed through a number of low rent foster homes. He was
beaten in some and verbally abused in all of them. Even though he tested
as very intelligent, he rarely passed his classes as he went from school to
After he felt he had all the information he needed, Mike discussed their
course of action with Janet. Together they decided to urge the court for
mercy when his case came up, and to support him after his sentence was
passed. Mike and Janet were not religious, but they believed in second
Mike had once asked a friend what he did after he had prostate cancer,
which had made him impotent and incontinent. The answer was, “Well, you
adapt”. Indeed his friend worked several volunteer jobs after his cancer
and did not complain about his condition. Mike and Janet used those words
Janet kept a couple of wheelchairs, one hand driven for short trips on
level ground and an electric one for more complicated terrain. With the
help of Mike’s tech knowledge, the electric one had a phone, music, a GPS
and several other technical doo-dads.
They indulged in whatever intimacy was available to them. They still
enjoyed kissing and rubbing each other. Janet got particular pleasure out
of back rubs and sometimes front rubs. Necessity became the mother of
After their situation was somewhat stabilized, they had a serious talk.
First, Mike asked Janet to give him her honest feelings.
“I hate that this has happened to me, but I’m not looking for the easy way
out. It matters a lot to me that I have a loving husband and two beautiful
children who are gathering around me rather than being turned off by my
condition. Up until the accident, my life was a fairy tale. Maybe this is
some kind of averaging, the sublime with the second rate. I still think
that I have a lot to give. I’m trying to give hope to the disabled, I’m
still working on my fashions, and the kids still ask me for advice. What
I’d like to do now is see if I can work on fashions for the disabled, and I
want to make sure that we can help the healing of the boy who hit me. “
“Let me talk about you for a minute. You must never ruin your life
because of me. You must never give up normal sex because I can’t perform
any more. The last thing I want is for my misfortune to be your problem.”
Mike said “I didn’t think that you would give up, but I wanted to hear you
say it. I’m 100% in favor of your plan to be productive. I hope that you
know that I will never stop loving you regardless of what happens. If
there is someone who can give me what I want, I will approach that
situation discreetly, but believe me I do not feel deprived.” Mike never
intended to cheat, but he wanted to make Janet happy.
All of this sounded fairly formal, but they both were relieved by the
Jason took over more responsibility at Gold, and Peg took a leave of
absence from “Whole World Blind” to spend more time with her mother. Janet
and Peg did more shopping together than they ever had before. Jason
invented games to keep Janet intellectually involved. Even at that, Mike
carried most of the emotional burden.
Henry Charles had been the Chief Information Officer at Gold until he
retired early with a pile of stock, convertible to several million dollars.
He was an amateur sportsman and a playboy before he retired, and they
became his fulltime pursuits when he retired. The paternity suit against
him was an impediment to his plans until it was thrown out when his
vasectomy was revealed. With no work to go to, he worked on his tennis
game until he was winning senior tournaments.
In spite of the severely different outlooks on life, Mike and Henry had
been close since they were at Oregon State. They both had off-center
views of life and truly egregious senses of humor. Their routine was for
one to start off with a bad joke and the other one would try to “bottom”
Mike “Why did dyslectic Fox Mulder of the X-files investigate the sad
dental hygienist? Because she was a sighing flosser.”
Henry “Why is a sick raptor against the law? It’s ill eagle.”
Mike “The beginner’s book for ventriloquists is ‘Dummies For Dummies.”
Henry “I give up. That is the worst.”
They had talked off and on since the accident. When Henry thought Mike
might be ready, he called Mike and said “Why don’t you visit with me at my
cabin at Forchet and we do some fishing.”
Forchet – pronounced “For-shay” is a resort 25 miles up the Siletz River
from the Oregon Coast. It is an expensive fishing camp, resort, and
artist colony. Henry had had the cabin for ten years.
Mike didn’t think he could leave Janet, but when his family heard about the
offer, they ganged up on him. Janet said, “What do you think, I’m some
sort of invalid?” After a strained silence, she began to guffaw, followed
by Jason and Peg and finally Mike. They continued to laugh and cry for five
minutes. Jason and Peg knew how much he liked hanging out with Henry and
how much he needed a break. He hadn’t been out of the Portland area since
The next Monday, he loaded up the Subaru, which had replaced the Jaguar,
with the fishing gear he hadn’t used in a year and took off for Forchet.
Within three hours he was greeted by Henry and ensconced in the cabin.
The next couple of days they did nothing but fish and make small talk.
They had a lot to catch up on, but stayed away from “the accident”. Mike
had brought down some cds of the electronic music he had been recording.
Henry showed off his paintings, some of serene nature scenes from Oregon’s
beauty, and some of the wilder scenes of his girlfriends. They spent a
little time on Portland’s and Oregon’s dysfunctional government, but that
conversation had nowhere to go. Neither had any interest in shop talk.
Mike was surprised to notice that Henry looked several years older than the
last time he had seen him. Henry noticed the stare and said “Retirement
is a lot of work. It’s wearing on me.”
Fishing was so poor that they were forced to take most of their meals at
the local restaurant “Henri”. Many had wondered about the French sounding
names abounding at the resort. Very few knew that the Finn that established
the place had thought that French sounded classier than Finnish.
Mike wanted to know how many girlfriends Henry would have if he were poor.
“They all say that the money makes no difference.”
“How many do you believe?”
They laughed. Some of the guilt Mike had felt was starting to ease, and
Henry was glad to see his old friend relaxing a little.
As Mike strolled around the town, he noticed that there were a lot older
men with younger women, but they did not all look like sugar daddies. It
wasn’t a big thing, but it was noticeable.
After a few days, Henry said “There’s a better fishing spot a ways up the
river, I’ll show you the path if you are interested. It is several miles,
so you may want to take your overnight gear. I’ve got to tell you, it could
change your life.”
Intrigued, Mike asked “Change how?”
“You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
Challenged, Mike decided he had to go.
The next morning, Henry showed Mike to the path and said “Keep going until
the path hits the river.”
It took almost all day to get to the fishing spot, but indeed the fishing
was great. As he was about to set up his tent, he heard a feminine voice
“I don’t see too many people this far up the river. What’s your story?”
Mike turned around to answer, but paused before spoke. What he saw was a
statuesque brunette with a Barbie figure. She was wearing a tank top and
cutoffs. Her forehead came up to his nose. After his mind returned, he
told her “Just a business man from Portland doing some fishing. What are
YOU doing up here?”
“A long time ago, I decided to live off the grid. I built a little cabin
out here and do some art carvings, which I trade for what little I need in
Forchet. It is a simple life, but I like it.”
“That sounds like a dream for some, but I couldn’t handle it. I need my
family and friends to keep me sane.”
“Tell me about your family.”
“Well my wife Janet is an artist like you except that she paints and
designs clothes. Son Jason works at my electronics business and daughter
Peg is seriously trying to save the world with the “Whole World Blind’
“I’ve heard about the “Whole World Blind Foundation”. Now that we are old
friends, maybe we should exchange names. I’m Rebecca.”
“Say Mike, I know that you were about to set up your tent, but I’ve got a
second bed in my cabin that I think would be comfy, and I think that it
might rain tonight.”
“You’re not worried about being attacked in the middle of night?”
“First, you don’t know what weapons I’ve got and second, maybe you should
“I think neither of us should worry. I’ve never cheated, and never will.
Now that that is cleared up, I’ll just cast my worries to the wind, which
by the way, seems to be picking up.”
It was just a short walk, and they were at the very modest cabin. Mike
tested the mattress, and it was firm just the way he liked it. There were
a variety of pillows for his comfort. After some small talk, he starting
rereading some classic P.D. James that he had read a few years ago, and she
worked on a small carving of a cedar tree. Soon, they said their good
nights and went to their respective beds.
During the night Mike dreamed that Rebecca entered his bed and grabbed him.
After a bit, dream Mike said “I can’t do this.” Rebecca responded, “You
are not cheating, this is a dream.” Her words turned loose his pent up
passion. His dreams were like the ones he had as an adolescent.
He thought, “That was the wildest dream I’ve ever had.” Without giving any
details, he mentioned to Rebecca that he had dreamed about her.
She modestly responded “A lot of men have.” Mike had no problem believing
After a breakfast of venison, he bid Rebecca a fond farewell and smiled all
the way back to Forchet. He noticed that he was very tired. Could dream
sex wear him out that much?
Back at the cabin Henry said “You look worn out. Tough walk?”
Mike didn’t want to talk about Rebecca, so he just agreed “Yup, I must be
Henry smirked knowingly and asked “How was the fishing?”
“You were right, the fishing was good, and I brought some back, since you
can’t seem to catch anything.”
Mike had planned a couple more days at Forchet, but the next day he got a
call from Peg saying “Mom’s got an infection and has been hospitalized.
Get home now.”
Back in Portland Mike’s guilt about leaving Janet’s side returned, but at
the hospital Janet said “Don’t worry, it is no big deal, I’ll be out
tomorrow. In case you think that I missed you, you haven’t noticed all the
young, good looking doctors around here.” Mike, Jason and Peg all relaxed
and either smiled or chuckled.
At 2AM that morning Mike was called by the hospital and told, “We are sorry
to tell your wife passed away an hour ago.”
“I can’t believe it; she was scheduled to be released this morning.”
“Sir, come in at 8 and we will give you a full explanation. Again, you
have our deepest sympathy.”
Mike called Jason and Peg, had a few drinks and watched bad late night TV.
There was no chance that he would get to sleep. At the hospital, they got
another shock. The doctor explained “Ms. Wilkie’s death had little to do
with her accident or her infection. While those events may have hastened
her death, we have discovered a congenital heart defect that could have
caused her death at any time. If it is any consolation, she far outlived
her life expectancy. I can only hope that this information makes her
passing a little easier to accept.”
In a daze, Mike went home and broke the news to Joseph and Sue. Mike had
been close to his in-laws and they all tried to do what they could to
support each other. Joseph and Sue had known about the heart defect and
were not as surprised as Mike expected.
“We learned of it when Janet was an infant, but because there was no
treatment, we decided not to tell her for fear that it would worry her
about something which could not be helped. In spite of our loss, we feel
good about what she did with her life in the time that she had. We never
told you because we thought that you would spend your life worrying about
Mike had been feeling draggy even before the accident. His doctor
confirmed that he was only about five years younger than his chronological
age as opposed to the excellent ten years younger that he had been.
Everyone put it down to the strain and stress.
Life As A Widower
For a month or so Mike acted like a zombie, stumbling around, talking in
monosyllables. All the while his children and friends, while also
suffering, were advising him to work on ways of easing the pain.
He had to agree, so he finally listened to their advice – get involved in
work, socialize, and try to find things to laugh about.
When he went back to work, he found that Jason had taken over in his
absence. His executives pretended interest in his ideas, but were
following Jason’s lead. After a few days of being righteously pissed, he
realized that this was what he was working towards even before Janet’s
accident and he was really proud of his son. He wondered “What can I do
with my daughter? Maybe I should be improving the world, rather than
finding more ways that people can isolate themselves with their electronic
gizmos.” He remembered that one of his wild ideas was generating energy
with tidal power. Peg had been telling him that the world needed more
drinkable water and power. Tidal machines could make the power, which in
turn could be used for desalinization.
He spent a few weeks with Peg talking about the best places for making
tidal power sources. He took a few million of his own money and started
crowd funding for the project. He knew that practical tidal power was at
least a decade out, so he found the brightest young engineers he could and
some political operators. He knew that he had more than an engineering
problem; he also had a public relations problem. People were wedded to the
new lower prices of petrol, and getting them to change wouldn’t be easy.
Eventually, after a quick assessment, he had to admit to himself that he
was a very marketable male. It is hard to top rich, tall and good looking
even though his long marriage had dulled his dating skills. In spite of
that he found no trouble finding dates at the various charitable events
that he attended. He was amazed by the variety of responses that he got.
Some wanted no physical contact at all, but expected to be taken to the
most expensive restaurants. He didn’t wonder why they were single.
Others expected sex immediately. After months of celibacy, he felt a
little guilty about how easy he was. Not too guilty.
After a few weeks of this, he had a date with Jill Epstein, a fascinating
woman. On the first date she told him what she called a “Jewish Joke”.
“A middle aged woman is sitting in a beach chair on Miami Beach. A hunky
very pale guy sits down beside her. She asks why he is so muscular and
pale. He says ‘I spent ten years working out inside a prison cell for
killing my wife’. She says ‘So you’re single?’.”
Jill explains “Here is the point. Look, you are a very eligible bachelor.
You’ve got to expect to be hit on by women regularly. Let me tell you
about my situation. I’ve made a lot of money getting divorced. Husband
one was playing around and was happy to give me a big settlement to save
his reputation. Pretty much the same thing with husband two but in his
case he was playing with boys. Bigger settlement. At this point I’m
pretty much done with marriage, but I like sex. A lot. And I like
variety. I suggest that we start an open relationship. I think that we
could be good for each other. We are both intelligent people, so if the
sex ever gets boring, we can talk. Both of us could see other people.”
This sounded good to Mike, so they started at his house that evening and
Jill delivered on all of her promises.
Mike’s recovery from his loss was not that unusual except in one sense.
Every night since Janet died, he had lucid dreams of Rebecca. None of them
were particularly erotic. They could be eating, talking or taking a hike.
Even though he had only seen her for a few hours, they acted like they had
known each other all their lives. The inexplicable part of the dreams was
that Rebecca would talk about things that Mike didn’t know. She told him
about the book “Wild” which Mike knew nothing about. After waking up, he
checked on what he had learned in the dream and found out that it matched
the book exactly. Mike was at a loss to explain how that could happen.
Back To Forchet
One morning Mike woke up and said out loud. “I want to see Henry and
Rebecca again. I’m going back to Forchet.” After checking with Henry, he
cancelled all of his plans for the next month and took off.
When he met Henry he asked without any preamble “What do you know about
“After you talk to her, I’ll tell you what I know.”
Rebecca wasn’t in town; they supposed she must be back at her cabin.
Mike started early the next day so he would have time in the afternoon to
get her story. Before they spoke Mike noticed that Rebecca looked a few
years older than the last time he had seen her. She had a few gray hairs
this time. After a few preliminaries at her cabin, Rebecca said “Please
listen to my story without interrupting. Your will want to interrupt me,
but please listen to the whole story before saying anything.”
“My mother was a Siletz Indian. I’m the result of a one night stand with
a disgraced Oregon politician. You would recognize his name. At least he
sent enough money to my mother to keep her in comfort in return for her
silence. We had enough money for me to get a good education at the U of O.
After I got back from college my mother asked me ‘How old do you think I
am?’ I’d never really thought about it before, but people mistook us for
sisters. She said she was forty even though she looked like twenty five.
She then said ‘I’m going to tell you a secret that you won’t believe. I
used a ritual that a very few Siletz women have used. In earlier times
most avoided the deep woods because they believed that is where evil
spirits dwell, and in more recent years the ritual was largely forgotten.
First, I made my way to the headwaters of the Siletz and bathed in the
waters and then said ‘Give me life’. According to the ritual I had to lie
with men after telling them that I was taking part of their life. Since
then I have not aged. I was willing to abase myself and they were willing
to surrender a portion of their lives in order to partake of my perfect
body.’ Of course, I didn’t believe her, but she seemed much younger than
“I got a job in Portland and visited her from time to time. I forgot about
her ridiculous folk tale. With your recent loss of Janet, it may be
painful to hear, but a year after I heard her story, she died after being
hit by a hit and run driver. I came back to clear out her house. After a
few days in Forchet, I realized how much I hated the city and wanted to
return to the Siletz. With my small inheritance I built the cabin where I
live now. As a lark, I hiked the short distance to the headwaters of the
Siletz and completed the ritual. While at the lodge one night, I was
picked up by a handsome tourist and I told him the deal. You may think me
immodest, but I truly believe that I can deliver the ultimate pleasure. He
didn’t believe the part about losing some of his life so he was ever so
eager to lie with me. The next day, despite some twinges of guilt, I felt
great physically. He felt a little run down, despite reveling in our
“After that I would take on men as needed. Sometimes I enjoyed it, but
mostly I felt degraded. There were married men, ugly men, short men,
stupid men and mean men, but I stayed young and they got old. Do you think
that I look forty?”
“After many years, I could not go on. Aging had to be better than the life
I was leading. This was about the time that you showed up. You don’t
know it, but I recognized you immediately from pictures and stories in the
Oregonian and Portland Magazine. I was amazed that after years in the
news, no one had found anything negative about you. Most of the men I have
known would have played on my sympathy about your wheelchair bound wife.
Instead, you declared your monogamy. At that point, I decided I would break
the spell, whatever the cost. It didn’t hurt your cause that you were
easy on the eyes. Your dream about me the night that you stayed with me
was not a dream, but a little bit of magic. I was right that sleeping with
you without telling you the bargain broke the spell, but what I didn’t know
is that it would take years from both of us. I can’t apologize enough to
you for what I did.”
“That’s the story. Your turn.”
“I can’t believe it”
“Would it help you to believe if I told you the acts of love that you
remember from your dream in my cabin or if I told you about the dreams you
have back in Portland? Even though the original spell is broken, I still
have some magic.”
“Now I can’t believe it and I can’t disbelieve it.”
“Can you forgive me for the wrong that I have done you?”
“Love conquers all and you may not believe ME now, but I do love you.”
Before leaving Forchet, Mike asked Henry if he had accepted Rebecca’s
“Yes, several times.”
“You were willing to give up years of your life?”
“I wanted to keep at her until she admitted I was her best.”
“As far as you know. Seriously, as much as I liked her, I knew that she
would never settle for me, and I couldn’t stand to lose any more years.”
Mike was sorely irritated with Henry until her remembered that without
Henry, he never would have met Rebecca.
Ten Years After Plus A Few Months
Mike and Rebecca have aged normally. They are celebrating their tenth
anniversary. Mike’s friends and family love Rebecca. His guy friends
think that he is a lucky dog. The women envy Rebecca.
Mike toasts first “No one has been as fortunate in love as I.”
Rebecca takes her turn to toast and angrily says “Living with Mike has cost
me my youth.” The guests squirm uneasily. Then she smiles broadly and
finishes “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
© 2023 Doug Hawley
Bio: The author has recent
releases "Strange Science" from Bridge House of Manchester England and
"Vernonia Trilogy" a non-genre fiction about three famous people from a
small Oregon town. The former actuary turned to words in 2014 because
of temporary limited mobility and reading "Wild" by local author Cheryl
Strayed. Subsequently he has written in most of the usual genres and at
least one unusual one (monster porn). The UK, USA, Canada, Iran, India,
Australia and some other countries have published some of his hundreds
He lives in Oregon USA with editor Sharon and cat Kitzhaber. When not
writing, he may be eating, drinking, walking, volunteering, or
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