The Steel Albatross

I’ve done a lot of different jobs in my relatively short life. The one thing I’ll never be is a salesman, or salesperson, if you prefer. One could look back on my life and think that the reasoning behind this assumption is my father’s influence. Dad lumps salespeople in with lawyers and third-world dictators. He has a genuine dislike of what he perceives to be dishonest professions. Frankly, a great many folks seem to agree with his logic.

Before you light the torches and gather the pitchforks, understand that this writer does not necessarily feel that way, at least not today (the winds of change do blow fickle). I understand that you’re just trying to feed your families like everyone else. In fact, I am whole-heartedly jealous of your skills!

The reality is this: I suck at selling things. I’ve been trying to sell my Steel Albatross (a.k.a. 1972 Chevelle) for over four months, without one serious offer. I’ve tried websites, auctions, and subliminal persuasion, but nothing seems to work. Who wouldn’t want a fast, classic, and expensive muscle car? I believe the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia’s EPA even gives it a fuel inefficiency endorsement!

Don’t get me wrong, I love the car, but it is a constant talisman of my own stupidity. It’s a shining monument to poor decision making and American excess. More to come.

Welcome

Even though I tend to become very bored with what’s expected, I suppose I owe my potential readers some sort of explanation, otherwise known as an introduction.

I’m quickly approaching thirty-four years of age, and according to a book I read this summer, I’m about halfway through my life expectancy. That being said, I had better make this quick!

I’m a life-long Chester County resident, except for that one very disturbing year I spent living and working in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. We’ll get into that some other time. I make my home in Malvern, along with my beautiful wife Shannon, our twenty-five pound flatulence generator (otherwise known as Zeus, a Boston terrier), and one mellow alley cat named Rudy.

I face the never ending nirvana of being a third-shift employee for a major pharmaceutical firm, and I am a student at Immaculata University. In addition to all of this, I aspire to complete a graduate degree in English Publication with what time I have left. There truly is no rest for the wicked. My interests include sports, literature, movies, and whatever happens to hold my attention for more then five minutes.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the ride……….as one of my favorite bumper stickers used to say: strap-in, sit-down, and shut-up! I mean that in the nicest possible way, of course.