I grew up - decades ago - on a small farm in a very rural part of Maine, spending much of my free time exploring the deep forest that surrounded my home, and attending a 2-room grammar school during the school year. It was an experience rich in color, sounds, texture, and adventure. I was fortunate to attend high school in a neighboring town, where I received an excellent education in English, Latin, and French. I love literature, and particularly enjoy reading, writing, and reciting poetry. (In fact, the license plates for both my automobile and my motorcycle are POET.)
"The perfect man? A poet on a motorcycle.
You know, the kind who lives on the edge, the free spirit.
But he's also gotta have the soul of a poet and a brilliant mind."
[*Lucinda Williams]
I am attending UNH in pursuit of a Ph. D. in Physics. I have taught at college and at high school in the past, and enjoyed both experiences. At the high school level, I worked with the school's forensics (speech) team, which became a major Class C contender in Interscholastic Forensics thanks to very hard-working and dedicated students. On one of the competition trips, I recall a student spying a spider doing, well..., spiderly things, I suppose, and, letting out a squeak of fright, the student sent the spider to the nether world. Having spent some pleasant interludes with a daddy long-legs or two, as well as the occasional tarantula, I was moved to wonder
What God has placed
Within the breast of one so fair
A heart of stone,
That thus concealed,
Should lure the innocent from his lair?
[*Richard Messeder]
The answer, at least for that individual and animals with more than four legs, might be
found in a paraphrase of Emily Dickinson.
Though prince should kneel at her doorstep,
Though chariot pause at her low gate,
She shuts the door of her attention
Like stone.
[*Richard Messeder]