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Misguided Thoughts
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Sitting here writing an “about me” page reminds me of one of the rites in elementary school, the “what I did last summer” essay that elementary teachers love to assign as the new school year starts. Instead of just telling you what I did over the summer, I’m telling you what I did over the last thirty years. A somewhat daunting task, understandably, but also a good exercise in remembering what’s important to me, what dreams I had back then, and trying to figure out where things went all screwy. Therapy? Perhaps. But, like therapy, nothing gets answered in one fifty minute session. (And I wont even charge you for the full hour.) Also, for the record, my name is David Hodgkins. And, yes, like the disease.It all started on a cold, snowy and blustery August day in the desert of California. Well, it probably wasn’t blustery. I doubt it was too cold. And snow? I made that up. But it was August. So there I was, this newborn, at this defining moment in my life; in fact, it was the most defining moment.
I was born in the Mojave desert (well, a hospital in the desert) and spent the first few months of my life with my mother and paternal grandmother in the San Jose area. (I’m sure that the fact that I spent the first few months of life with my mother who spoke broken English and my grandmother screwed me up for life.) (Actually, I think being born probably screwed me up for life… hmmmm.) My dad, during this time, was off at sea, doing his Navy thing. He eventually returned sometime during my first year and the three of us left California and moved to Washington state. Oak Harbor. And that’s where I ended up spending most of my life.
I guess you could say I had a normal early childhood. I did the things most kids did. Rode my bike around town, had and went to birthday parties. Got in trouble. Normal things.
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