Howdy!
Hi, I'm Mr.Jack the Student Librarian. I was born a long time ago in the city that Sports Illustrated called the armpit of the East: Buffalo, New York. Later that day; June 17, 1954, U.S. Senator Joseph McCarthy of Wisconsin announced that communists had infiltrated atomic power plants and the CIA.
The day I turned eighteen, the Washington Post's Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein were sniffing out the story after five well-dressed men wearing rubber gloves were arrested in an attempt to bug the Democratic National Committee's sixth-floor suite in the Watergate hotel. So, suffice to say, with the possible exception of Cold War duck and cover drills, and my haunting performances as a boy soprano at St. Pauls' Church, my childhood was pretty uneventful.
In the fall of 1972, my plan to escape Buffalo reached fruition. I packed up the nine-year-old Ford Country Squire station wagon, filled up the tank with 26 cents-a-gallon gas, and headed off for my first of many college adventures. What I learned at Herkimer County Community College includes how to accept criticism; speaking whole sentences without saying uhmm-or ahhh-, and you can't maintain a 3.5 average working forty hours a week. Well, I can't. So except for jump-starting my career in radio and television, meeting the first Mrs.Jack, and graduating with honors, my first crack at college was pretty dull.
I spent the next twenty years working in a dozen small to medium towns in radio as an air personality and salesman, and in television as a reporter, photographer and newsanchor. Occasionally, I'd pick up some extra cash acting, or doing stand-up comedy! Ten years ago, I needed a change and I wanted to empty my head for a while. I went to truck driving school and started traveling the country. And let me tell you, ten years later, my head is pretty freakin' empty!
So except for online poker, interviewing Bill and Hillary (at different times), and my near-death experience on thirteen miles of bad, bad road in northern California, my adult years have been nothing to write home about.
Now I've grown fat and happy while residing in Vancouver, WA in the heart of the beautiful Great Northwest. Books are okay, but I love research, film and music.
I'm looking forward to renewing old acquaintances and beginning new ones with my classmates and colleagues.
The day I turned eighteen, the Washington Post's Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein were sniffing out the story after five well-dressed men wearing rubber gloves were arrested in an attempt to bug the Democratic National Committee's sixth-floor suite in the Watergate hotel. So, suffice to say, with the possible exception of Cold War duck and cover drills, and my haunting performances as a boy soprano at St. Pauls' Church, my childhood was pretty uneventful.
In the fall of 1972, my plan to escape Buffalo reached fruition. I packed up the nine-year-old Ford Country Squire station wagon, filled up the tank with 26 cents-a-gallon gas, and headed off for my first of many college adventures. What I learned at Herkimer County Community College includes how to accept criticism; speaking whole sentences without saying uhmm-or ahhh-, and you can't maintain a 3.5 average working forty hours a week. Well, I can't. So except for jump-starting my career in radio and television, meeting the first Mrs.Jack, and graduating with honors, my first crack at college was pretty dull.
I spent the next twenty years working in a dozen small to medium towns in radio as an air personality and salesman, and in television as a reporter, photographer and newsanchor. Occasionally, I'd pick up some extra cash acting, or doing stand-up comedy! Ten years ago, I needed a change and I wanted to empty my head for a while. I went to truck driving school and started traveling the country. And let me tell you, ten years later, my head is pretty freakin' empty!
So except for online poker, interviewing Bill and Hillary (at different times), and my near-death experience on thirteen miles of bad, bad road in northern California, my adult years have been nothing to write home about.
Now I've grown fat and happy while residing in Vancouver, WA in the heart of the beautiful Great Northwest. Books are okay, but I love research, film and music.
I'm looking forward to renewing old acquaintances and beginning new ones with my classmates and colleagues.
posted by Mr.Jack @ 2:40 PM
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