For reasons known only to myself, I will start this bio at my birth, which took place in Flushing, Long Island, New York in the US on 21 Nov. 1931. My father worked for AT&T most his life on their transatlantic radio-telephone links. But when he met my mother in the Panama Canal he was assistant radio operator on the S.S. Leviathan. I spent most of my formative years in Northern New Jersey.

As I left high school, I joined the US Air Force and became an airborne radar mechanic in the B-29 flight crew training program at Randolph Field, San Antonio, Texas. From there I went to the Un. of Maine to study botany. After graduation I was hired by the United Fruit Company to attend their banana plantation management training program in La Lima, Honduras and to work as an assistant plant physiologist in their research labs.. It was there that I met Margarita, my wife.

We went on to Purdue University where I studied plant morphology as a graduate student. Then on to the Un. of Oklahoma in Norman, Okla. for further studies in plant morphology. I did not finish there but took off to Costa Rica to work as a flower breeder. During my 37 years in Costa Rica I was a plant explorer for the Field Museum of Chicago, plant physiologist, plant breeder, high school teacher, real estate broker, graphics designer, black pepper grower, farm administrator on a farm that raised cacao (chocolate), rubber, hogs and pejebaye palms, was in charge of quality control in a bra factory (seriously!) and raised ornamental plants. I presently do professional Spanish-English translations, make Web pages and am becoming involved in a number of businesses. In 2001 I and my wife took some people on a three week tour of Andorra, Spain and Portugal. I hope to take a bigger group this year!

We had two sons, both grown & married here in Costa Rica. They have presented us with two grandsons and one grandaughter so far. I enjoy plants, computer graphics, fiction writing, discussions on many subjects, humor, history and reading. I dislike politics, team sports and noisy "modern music". I consider myself sort of a humanist, even a transhumanist.

I'd like to explain about my stint as a brassiere inspector. It was interesting work, rather restrictive, but it had its points. I was one of only two men allowed in to see fitting sessions and soon knew more about these complex garments than most women. But after a year at the Lovable Company's plant here (That's the company's name not its emotional outlook.) I finally decided that I just didn't fit in brassieres and... No, I better say that differently. I decided that brassieres just weren't my cup of... That isn't too good either, is it? I decided that I just shouldn't be in woman's underw... Oh, Hell. I quit the job! And I went on to bigger things! (?) I'd better quit this while I'm still ahead!

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