In the before time, man was differentiated primarily by physical prowess. In the middle time, we were differentiated by wealth or poverty. But in the age of information and intellect, individuals are defined by their ability to communicate effectively and by their opinions…
I write with verve and panache. I am also one very opinionated, idiosyncratic SOB.
To my colleagues, I am in need of Valium. To my superiors, I am a wild duck that needs to be controlled and channeled. To my subordinates, I am in need of patience. To my ex-wife, I am sometimes a jerk. And to my offspring, a hero, but–at the same time–very, very weird.
When you reach the half-century mark, you are entitled to opinions and habits. But those fortunate enough to leave a positive legacy in their wake have learned to revisit and reassess opinions. They should never become so entrenched that they become inflexible in light of new ideas and alternate assumptions.
Ellery is my Nom de Plume. I’m not ashamed of my Clark Kent reality, but here, in A Wild Duck, I more freely express opinions.
I have led high-tech startups, run support organizations, designed missiles, and taught fencing (not the fence that surrounds your yard…but rather the sport in which you don head gear and poke oponents in the heart with a foil).
I love Star Trek, Euclid and classical music, but also relish in Doo Wop and Calypso. I kvell over the combination of Stilton cheese with a dry Cab. It is one of my 5 Raison d’être (a fundamental purpose for existence). My taste in woman is utterly unconventional, yet I love my family unconditionally.