I was born in the year 1950. That would make me about about 67 years old, wouldn't it? I had an English professor, once, a long time ago,that said I was talented and good and needed to start writing for beans - obviously that didn't work out to well... just yet. I was sitting in Scottie's Tavern drinking beer when an old friend came in and asked me if I wanted to be a miner. I said yes of course, not having many other prospects. Three days later I was one. And I was a miner for 40 years. I'm writing again; a book about the 50s, 60s and the 70s; and a book about a man with autism making his way in a working class world.