I am a 79.75 year-old agnostic with a firm belief in the power of placebo. I am a recovering alcoholic and addict with 35 years of clean sobriety--a higher power saved my life. I'm also a recovering Catholic--they, too saved my life. For some reason, I seem to abandon those who save me.
In my retirement, I'm a substitute teacher at a Job Corps in Maine. I can teach all the building trades as well as remedial math and English. They practically use me full time. Though I may say no some of the time, I rarely do. This keeps me busy and tired. Perhaps I'll wait until they save my life, so I can abandon them.
I'm saving up for a mission trip to Lesvos, Greece, to work in the refugee camps there. A thousand refugees a month arrive and are bottled up in camps that are dangerous and unhealthy. They come from Syria, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, and sub-Saharan Africa. They have a need for someone to teach carpentry. My wife, a retired RN, has already spent a month there providing medical services, and it touched her deeply, so I feel I can share that experience with her by going with her in late August for a month or so.
I love Bangor, Maine, where I live, and enjoy the weather and social life for most of the year, but by mid-February, I need to escape, so I visit my brother in St. Pete. for about 6 weeks. He is a born-again atheist, so I enjoy sending him into paroxysms by telling him I'll pray for him.
I'd like to be a writer ... no, I am a writer, blogging about science fiction and technology on a too-sporadic basis.