Donald Silverman was born on the right side of the tracks in the wrong century. He was a square peg in a round hole at school. He hated sports, dress up clothes and girls (until...)

From age 11 to 17 he delivered newspapers in hurricanes, served as a boardwalk “barker” at a boardwalk’s electronic bingo game and drove a dry cleaner’s ill-repaired 1947 delivery truck.

High school was a blur (except for that hot English teacher). College was much of the same. So he got himself drafted. It was Vietnam War time. But somehow he was fated to guard Cleveland’s shores from imminent Canadian attack. Once free from Uncle Sam, his mother asked him, “So...what do you want to do with your life now?” He replied, “I dunno...maybe something in the media business.”

Mom waved her magic wand and off he went to work at a Long Island radio station filing weather and traffic reports. It was a natural leap towards filmmaking and a 30-year career producing TV spots and marketing/PR films. He produced projects promoting Howard Stern, heart disease, and fancy schmancy hotels, all the way to transporting spent nuclear waste.

Then he retired and picked up a paintbrush and a pen.

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When inspiration, desperation and perspiration meet you discover that writing might be right up your alley. I found the writer's path through an accidental route.

A friend invited me to join a writer's group. I saId, "Really? I'm not a writer." And, she replied, "Sure you are ... I've read your FaceBook postings. You're funny." With that comment, I told my wife about her invite. She immediately joined in: "What a great idea! It will get you out of my hair." Now, there's an endorsement if ever I heard one.

In any case, I jumped onto my computer, clicked on Google Docs and started on my way to write my first assigned prompt. The topic? My family. Oh, what a rich subject. I could fill a pretty large dump truck on that subject alone.

Okay, so I got beyond being flabbergasted, I caught my breath and joined the group. And, I discovered that I like to write. So, here I am.