I am old, very. Writing past stories from an unusual life. Worked on a doctorate in geology, quit to write poetry. Wound up in the Haight Ashbury in San Francisco in the hippie 60's. Janis Joplin used to jam in our basement. Then New York and was one of the "decadent poets of New York". Ultimately I went back to my roots, St. Louis where I sell real estate (person has to make a living somehow)and edited/published/promoted a book of short stories by writers I knew here, "Under the Arch". Also did a series of readings from the beat poets. Called it "Day of the Dead Beats". Early November it was. And now some stories may make it to print. If not, I tried.