I was a good boy. My Mom wanted me to be a lawyer because I'm from an Italian/Russian household and I'm quick witted and glib.
I would have been an altar boy, but wasn't good at learning Latin. I would have been a great Boy Scout, but couldn't get past Morse Code.
When I was 17 my Mom and Dad. Well, there was a fire in the beach house. It was sudden.
I wasn't ready. I was still a Mommy's boy. Drummer in a rock band. Surfer. Dating the Prom Queen.
I was supposed to go to Seaton Hall and be a lawyer.
What the creditors didn't take, my family wiped out .
Descent into Hell began.
Some months later I was drafted and sent to the war.
It was, as they say, an intriguing year.
For 2 years I flew as an Aircrewman every day.
For 2 years I was a SeaBee. Military Combat Construction.
Two tours to SE Asia.
Two visits to the Sixth Army Field Hospital.
Home, then 10 months on a coral atoll in the Indian Ocean.
Home, then 5 months on Guam and out.
Standing in front of the Naval Base, Philly I flipped a coin. Tails ~ San Diego and UCSD. Heads? Move to the Jersey Shore and make surfboards
I had a new Ford Pinto wagon, 2 surfboards, and a seabag full of some clothes. That's about it.
The coin came up heads.
I lived on the beach for a while, making surfboards, odd jobs.
Then went back to college for 12 years on the GI Bill.
A semester at the U. of Nottingham to study William Blake.
Degree in English. Focus on poetry.
5 minor degrees.
Masters in Clinical Nutrition.
Worked in Retail Art for a few years and made a bid to buy into the company but they were selling it.
Got a job in Marketing, hated Corporate life.
Met a wonderful woman, court and spark. Married.
Decided to go for it, moved to California. Became a Doctor of Chiropractic.
Moved back to Jersey, worked in a busy clinic.
Then was offered a Faculty position back here in Whittier.
Moved back here. Birthed two adorable boys. Dash and Rory.
Bought my own practice from a Doctor who was retiring in Glendale. Worked inhuman hours and made it a success.
I had to get divorced. It was unfortunate and unavoidable.
I'm still very good friends with my ex who is an excellent person, although we have appropriate boundaries as 'ex's'. Fixed her up with the guy she is now engaged to.
Now I've taught at the college level for over 20 years.
I have two Practices. One in South Pasadena and one in Glendale. They are quite successful but if you think I'm about money you are in for a surprise.
I stopped dating when I had to bring up my boys. I did that full time and it was THE best experience of my life.
Now one is a Physicist and the other builds research machines and is thinking of following me into practice.
We're impossibly close.
About 3 years ago I started dating again.
I'm interested in meeting a woman of impeccable ethics, who is willing to meet me halfway to develop a mature and emotionally exciting relationship based on attraction, passion, intellect, a sense of the absurd, and a huge dollup of compassion for each other.
I'm very picky. I'm here choosing a lifetime partner. If I don't respond it's because whoever you are on your profile doesn't fit my puzzle piece just right. I'm sure there is another puzzle piece you'll fit just right.
I tried the 'nice guy' profile. That didn't work.
Lets see what honesty gets me.