Born in '60 in Madrid. Spent the better part of my prepubescent life in Spain, where my mom's family continues to live.
Got to see the world, or a decent portion of it, as an Air Force brat.
Met my wife in 1977. At that time, she was my first cousin's girl. That got a bit messy, but we've been happily married now since 1981. I don't regret for a moment the turmoil that began our relationship, or more specifically, the turmoil our budding relationship caused my family and my first cousin's family.
In 1985, my first son was born. My life changed, for the better. A wife and child had a calming effect on this rather wild boy. In 1987, my second son was born. The good Lord has gifted me in every way through these 3 very special people. God only knows where I'd be without them.
I've done a variety of things I think might be note-worthy.
In 1988, I solo'd in a Cessna 152. Simply breathtaking, I still consider it a highlight but nothing like what took place in 2009 when the missus and I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane to celebrate our anniversary.
In 1990, I experienced a serious spiritual renewal in a charismatic Episcopal church. I had not been in church very regularly at all since my childhood before that time. I rarely missed a Sunday until some time in 2003. And then I rarely went to church until August of '09 when I found myself gravitating back to the church of my youth. After a season of RCIA ending in March of 2011, the missus and I are now attempting to be faithful Catholics worshipping in a Church led by Father Mike Joly, a blind priest.
My spiritual walk was probably impacted in some way by my stint as a potential ordinand of the Episcopal Church in 1998. During that two year Ordination Exploration Program, I learned quite a bit about myself, but even more about progressive Christianity. I was, to my chagrin at the time but completely grateful now, found not worthy to continue toward ordination in the Episcopal Church. I was told that I was a bit "too rigid theologically." I had come to treasure the Scriptures and found them authoritative and this is/was problematic in the ECUSA. I think however that my downfall began when I inadequately expressed how I felt about my penis. Yes, my penis. It seemed that the ordination program coordinators were very concerned as to whether I could talk freely about my member during the psychological phase of the program. I was literally tongue tied about it at the time, given that I had never really given much thought to the notion previously. I decided to chronicle that experience here.
I also involved myself in local politics. In 1993, I somewhat reluctantly accepted the position of local chairman of Michael Farris's failed campaign for lieutenant governor (Farris did win in my county) and fought off attempts by some the following year to draft me for the position of chairmanship of the local Republican party.
Today, I lead a team of technical professionals, hoping that somehow I can stay gainfully employed long enough to beef back up those retirement funds and/or live as God would have me live from here on out, hopefully fulfilling His purposes for my being.Contact