How Did I Get Here?


“It’s great to be here. It’s great to be anywhere.”  (Keith Richards)



Warning! At the risk of boring you to death, this post is all about me.

When I was young, I liked to read under the covers with a flashlight. Who didn’t? I thought it would be really neat to become a writer — we used to say “really neat” a lot in those days — “cool” didn’t make it into our vocabulary until later.

I would read everything I could get my hands on. My favourites were superhero comic books, especially The Fantastic Four, The Incredible Hulk, and The Mighty Thor. I even read a few of the more intelligent articles in the “magazines for men” we kept hidden in our shack by the hockey pond…

Two main things inspired me to write.

Number one was my mother. She wrote poems that had to rhyme, she kept a journal, and at Christmas she would write a letter in every card she sent — sometimes including a poem. My mother still writes in her journal and still writes letters in cards. I hope she always will.

Number two was school, where I did well with writing assignments. One, in particular, comes to mind — an essay on my summer job as a deckhand on a brand-new ocean-going tugboat, the “Irving Miami”. Our first trip was from St. John, New Brunswick to Miami, Florida, with a huge barge full of paper in tow. One of my favourite memories from this trip was lying on the bow watching dolphins, almost within reach, stare me in the eye as the ship dove into the waves.

As fate would have it, we managed to get “stuck” in Miami for more than two weeks due to a fuel strike. We had a great time — the highlight for me was taking the captain’s young son to Seaquarium. After we finally fueled up and headed for Nova Scotia, we sailed through a tropical storm with forty-foot seas. We received notice that we would be going to Charleston, South Carolina for a week on drydock for a premature hull inspection. This was turning into a vacation, not a job…

I received an A+ on this essay — one of my few good marks in English that year. My teacher gave me a passing grade of 50 for the year. I like to think my essay had something to do with it, but I suspect he didn’t want to go through another year with me in his class.

 

I learned to type with more than two fingers.


All About Myself

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After trading in my pencil for a keyboard, I found a free, online typing course and practiced until my fingers bled — actually I just typed a little bit each day. I did eventually learn to type properly, without looking at the keyboard. And after years of typing? Well, I’m still slow but it beats using two fingers.

As our plan to move to Ecuador became a possibility, we realized we needed to find a way to earn a bit of money, at least until our government pensions begin.

There is a small demand for English teachers in Ecuador, so I earned a TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) certificate. I’ve always wanted to teach — now it’s an option.

So, after several years of improving my typing skills, refining my grammar, and taking several writing courses, I learned how to set up and maintain this WordPress blog site.

Finally, a special thank you to my daughter for her help with editing!!

I hope you enjoy this website.

I hope it makes you laugh once in a while. I hope you learn something, not just about Ecuador and our adventures, but also about experiencing life and the possibilities that exist for everyone.

You make your own choices. You choose your course through life. You choose where you live. You choose how you live. You choose the people you share your life with.

You can learn a new language. You can explore the entire planet. You can do whatever you want. You can live the life you want to live.

Always follow your dreams and hopes. You’re never too old (or too young) to do the things you wish.

And that, folks, is the end of my rambling — for now.

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