I was born with nomadic tendencies, but common sense and Krispy Kreme doughnuts keep drawing me to the south. I currently live in North Carolina with my angelic wife, a lovable mutt named Max and a black snake named Herbie who lives under the house. I have a talented, resourceful daughter, a creative, humorous son and three incredibly intelligent grandchildren who are destined to change the world.
When I’m not writing (which doesn’t pay the bills) or working at my day job (which usually does), I like to tinker with electronics, make large pieces of wood into smaller pieces of wood and play with my grand kids.
Just to make sure that everyone has their information correct, Star Trek beats Star Wars and it’s a travesty that Firefly only lasted one season. Heinlein and Asimov will never be equaled (although Jerry Pournelle and David Brin are pretty good) and DC Comics has always been better than Marvel. OS X will never catch Windows (unfortunately, neither will Linux) and Android will eventually clean iOS’s clock. Pepsi is better than Coke and no one can make a pizza like Papa Johns. Survivor has to be the dumbest show I’ve ever seen and Stacy Keibler should have won season two of Dancing With the Stars. The best football teams have feline mascots (The Carolina Panthers and Clemson Tigers prove that point) but dogs will always be the most loyal four-legged companion. Finally, Snickerdoodles are the world’s best cookie and my little Ford Ranger, Robby, is the best pickup truck ever made.
I’ve spent most of my career as a shop rat engineer machining metal, programming robots and designing automation. If you have an American made vehicle, somewhere deep inside there’s a part I had something to do with making. Scary, huh.
I’ll try to answer emails as time permits. (If you’re not using email client software, the address is JerryO2025@gmail.com)