About Me
One might say that I was borned under a wandering star just like my great grandfather Emil, grandfather Walter, and father Armand. I always have to see what's over the next hill. The grass may not be greener on the other side of the fence, but it sure looks like it is. When I get the urgue to visit someplace, nothing will stop me, which is why I have travelled the entire length of the Oregon Trail and totally expect to visit the Baltic Republics, Namibia, Australia, the British Isles, and Canada in the next few years.
I am somewhat of a loner, inspite of having no desire to be such, due in part to having been a brown collared worker all of my adult life and being a man of action. Also, my honesty and openess some times turn people off. I spent nine years doing professional archaeology, which is two years longer than the industry average, before leaving archaeology to take a job with the City of Aurora so I could be near my aged parents. My mother died on 9-Nov-2000 when I was on my way to the Plains Conference in St. Paul and my father died on Father's Day 2002. In the spring of 2004, I left my job with the City of Aurora. Right now, I am seeking to get back into professional archaeology.
I am a buckskinner with the persona of that of a free trader/trapper that trades in the Upper Missouri Country. One of my ancestors was a Sante Fe trader who married either a Navaho or Apache. Great Grandfather Charlie Wessel was half Chippewa. I enjoy cross country skiing and have been to several of the backcountry huts in Colorado. I also enjoy camping, hunting, fishing, whitewater rafting, shooting, birdwatching, sailing, and photography. The truth is very few things don't interest me. I'm involved in the Lutheran church inspite of believing that the Lutherans need to be more action oriented. I make my own wine, beer, cider, mead, cheese, and jerky along with most of my buckskinning kit and smoke fish. I am a fellow traveler of the Brotherhood Prus and got in trouble when Lithuania declared its independence for insisting on showing my support of the Lithuanian people while working for SMU ARP in Texas. Another hobby of mine is retracing historic trails. I have traveled the entire length of the Oregon Trail, having walked a long bit of it through Idaho and Wyoming on archaeological jobs, and have followed some of the Santa Fe Trail.
Through my life, I have had many jobs including investment sales representative, clerk in a store, census taker, landscape laborer, student government clerk, carpet cleaner, rodman for a surveyor, land survey technician, telephone book deliveryman, and ice cream truck driver. I've lost count of how many archaeological sites I have worked on. Inspite of making my own beer, wine, mead, and hard cider, I rarely drink any more. Back in March of 2000, I gave up a three pack a day chain smoking habit cold turkey. My late father's family arrived in America in the 1870s or 1880s and my late mother's family have been in America since before the Revolution. I don't tolerate bigotry at all. When it comes to people, I am color blind. Have had friends of all races and sexual orientation and religions. If something strikes my fancy, I go ahead and do it.
Back in 2002, on learning a couple friends of mine have MS, I spent six hundred dollars on tickets to the MS Tennis Classic featuring Monica Seles at DU for them, a lady friend of mine who is lesbian and who knows I'm as straight as they come, and myself. Not that I minded paying a hundred dollars a seat to see Monica Seles play tennis, since in my opinion she is one of the finest Americans around, the finest tennis player alive, and the most beautiful woman alive. Have managed to get to see Monica Seles every time she has played in the MS Tennis Classic at DU.
My former high school girlfriend says I'm one of the few people that she knows that have managed to live most of their dreams and I still am not finished living them. Some people say that I look like a hard man. Well, reckon that I am hard at times. I grew up rather fast, hard, and mean due to being in a military family and due to having a speech impediment, which made me learn to stand my ground if I wanted any respect. As an archaeologist, I learned patience and as my late father said I am one stubborn SOB. Currently, I am working as a land survey technician and hope to pass the Colorado exam to be a Professional Land Surveyor in the fall. If I do get my Colorado PLS license, going to see if I can't get my PLS licenses for Alaska, Kansas, Wyoming, Wisconsin, Montana, and North Carolina without taking their exams. If I get my PLS licenses for Alaska, Kansas, Wyoming, Montana, or North Carolina, just might pack up my dog and move to one of those states. I'm rather active in my church, St. Marks Lutheran in Aurora CO and run it's website at Lutheransonline. Also have my own website at Lutheransonline. Reckon that's enough about me.
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Interests
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Archaeology, buckskinning, hunting, fishing, camping, sailing, whitewater rafting, photography, birdwatching, gardening, shooting, cross country skiing, NASCAR.
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Favorite Music
Nanci Griffith
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Favorite Movies
Kelly Heros True Grit
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Favorite TV Shows
Bones Firefly
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Favorite Books
Mysteries, history, sea fiction, science fiction
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Favorite Quote
Check out of the rat race, the rats have already won. A stranger is just a friend that I haven't yet met.
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Journal
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Well, it seems like I have absolutely no friends left in this world. At times, I don't even think God is a friend to me anymore. Can't remember the last time any of my so-called friends bothered to call me unless returning my call. The only person I talk to nowadays is my therapist and that's maybe once a week. Heck, she is the only person ever to call me and that's to set up appointments. Sent out an email to so-called friends telling them how I felt in hopes that one of them just might pick up the telephone and call me, my opinions about my lack of friends have been confirmed. Not a single one of them bothered to call me to see what in the heck was wrong. One emailed me back saying I shouldn't be sending out such emails. I am sick and tired of emails. Unlike a lot of people in today's world, I need human contact and I don't have much of that. The only people I see other than my brother, who at times treats me worst than a dog and seems to think that I'm his fricking slave and have all of the money in the world to spend, are my boss and his partner at my surveying job, my bosses at my ice cream truck job, some of my fellow drivers at the ice cream company none of who I would just as soon say anything to, and my customers on my ice cream truck job. Maybe, I should email this journal to my so-called friends. They would probably be shocked by what I've written in it. Well, I have fought my demons alone all of my life and I reckon that I will continue fighting them alone. Life is too precious not to keep on living it in spite of everything I'm going through.
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