Six divorces (happily married to wife #7, Pam, hooked at the hip since 1996), two bankruptcies, one foreclosure.
More than 100 jobs. Got laid off once. Quit the rest. Never fired, but did the Take This Job And Shove It thing a lot.
Nearly a dozen career paths, a few of the most prominent being professional rodeo, sales (network marketing no less), mining, and trucking (both long haul and offroad).
Figured out I qualify as a hardcore conservative (to the right of Reagan) Tea Party activist when it comes to supporting limited government and the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution…and as a raging liberal on many social issues, particularly when it comes to privacy and relationships.
Lived in more than 50 different places of residence throughout 8 of the 11 western states.
Ended up retiring (for the 2nd time) in 2009 after my Colorado trucking job done went & got itself Obamafied and new jobs were suddenly scarce as hen’s teeth. Settled on 20 acres in southern Cochise County, Arizona, one mile from the Mexican Border. Built the Border Fort (our current home) in 2010 from the ground up with my own two hands, no outside assistance, thank you very much.
- Formal education? Besides the fabled College of Hard Knocks? Sure, let’s see….Northern Montana College, two year certificate in Auto Mechanics, 1963. Montana State University, B.S. degree (figures) in Psychology, 1970. Western College of Auctioneering, certificate in Auctioneering, 1980.
That said, I now take care of my disabled yet ever feisty redheaded mate, (19 years and counting). That’s #1. Then comes the writing, any and all hours of the night or whenever our portable solar generator leaves me enough juice to get the job done. After that, politics, which we humans ignore at our own risk.
Subjects? Anything and everything. Many a day, I don’t have any idea in the morning what will be hitting the keyboard by midnight. But there’s plenty of “old” material to peruse (see Index menu at top of page) for those nights I miss hitting the Publish key by daylight.
Ah. Yes. The origin of Ghost32. For whatever reason, my complexion changed drastically when I was in my mid-fifties. Despite the fact that I’ll outlive most if not all of them, a lot of folks figure I’m one of the living dead when they first meet me. More times than I can count, I’ve been asked,
“Why are you so BLUE?!”
Now, I don’t really think I’m all that blue, but it is what it is. And when I signed on as a truck driver with Production Transport of Grand Junction, Colorado in 2006, a senior driver (by the name of Hippee, no less) took one look ad me and announced,
“You are definitely getting called GHOST!”
Eh. My wife and I figured, why not? I’d been called worse things.
Thus Ghost was born, adding the “32” when it was time to start writing on the Internet.
Bored yet? Thought so. I know I am. Let’s hope my other writings are more entertaining than this autobiographical stuff.
LIST OF BOOKS WRITTEN BY ME
with publication year, genre, and availability
1. Ptolia, Book I in the Ptolia series…1982…science fiction…limited availability on Amazon and through other online sources.
2. Dwagelia Rises, Book II in the Ptolia series…1992…science fiction…scarce as hen’s teeth, almost impossible to find.
3. Tales of a Golden Heart, anecdotal autobiography…1992…scarce as hen’s teeth, almost impossible to find.
4. The D.T’s * Driving Tips for Bad Weather…1992…pen name, Chet N. Barnes… unavailable.
5. The Hawkins Heresies: MLM (Multilevel Marketing) from a Different View…1992… pen name, Chet N. Barnes…unavailable.
6. Tam the Tall Tale Teller, Book I in the Flywheel Ranch trilogy…2015…western fiction…available on this website, at Amazon, and at various other outlets.
UPDATE: September 16, 2018. I got a surprise this evening. One of the statistics programs for this websites tracks my “Top 100” posts. The surprise? This page, About Me, just moved up to the visible #100 spot with 9,241 views. While that’s not a lot compared to #1 (which currently shows more that five and a half million views), it’s still a lot of folks taking time out of their day to see what the author is all about.
I appreciate that.
That being said, y’all deserve to the following update:
–In May of 2017, Pam and I moved back to my home stomping grounds in western Montana after buying an aging double wide mobile home (plus a big garage, which is awesome) in Deer Lodge. In a whirlwind of activity that involved juggling multiple real estate transactions, (a) my much beloved Kubota backhoe was sold, (b) ditto for Granite County timberlands, (c) the in-town home was purchased because the awesome country property purchased in 2015 is rented to the World’s Best Renter, (d) a sizeable and horrendously expensive acreage west of Ovando, Montana, was purchased, and (e) the Border Fort was put up for sale. How in the world I pulled all of that off in a single 90 day period, I have no idea.
–By July of 2017, it became clear that Montana medical practitioners would no longer take my wife’s case at all. Say what? Our nest egg that had been scheduled for improving the new-to-us dwelling was forced into the purchase of an older (1998 model) Class B motorhome. Class B is basically a Ford Econoline van engine and frame with a motorhome body grafted onto it. We began toodling round trip to Arizona and back, every other month, so she could treat with her Arizona NP.
–In March of 2018, said Arizona NP’s office informed us that seeing the doc every other month would no longer cut it. The pressure from the feds (harassing practitioners and patients as part of the attempt to battle the nation’s opioid addiction problem) had become too intense. Pam would have to see her Arizona NP every month from that point on. So, what to do? My wife had to live in Arizona but I could no longer do so. Montana winters weren’t good for her, anyway, but neither was the Arizona sun good for me. Along with the drain of acting as primary caretaker for my wife for more than two decades, I was not well. (Understatement here; it was a tough winter.) So we rented her a place and she now lives alone–which, before you gasp in shock, is working out amazingly well for both of us. She’s surrounded by help, including her landlady (a lifetime RN who ran Alzheimer’s residential facilities for many years), her son who lives in the area, and three female friends, all of whom pitch in to take her places, pick up mail, visit, etc. Meanwhile, we talk on the phone every morning and I’m healing up well. Impressively, Pam’s dementia seems no worse, and in some ways better, than it did before she moved. How many Alzheimer’s sufferers do you know who’ve fought the problem for more than twenty years and are still capable of living alone?
–In April of 2018, I was probably pretty near death myself, but things are looking pretty good now. There’s still far too little time to write during any given week (sigh), but I’ve joined a local gym and actually use it. Many home projects have gotten done, with more to come. I even found time to visit a podiatrist so he could surgically (permanently) remove the problem big toenails I’d been yanking myself for the previous 26 years.