1.
I was born in Fort Dix, NJ, at the base hospital on March 3, 1960. This was the same day Elvis Presley was being mustered out of the service, and he was undergoing some sort of exit physical in the same building…so yes, dear friends, I was entering the building as Elvis was leaving the building.
2.
I spoke fluent Italian until I was 5 years old.
3.
Published my first poem when I was 9. “Highlights” magazine. I was hooked.
4.
I won a scholarship to college based on my writing skills. I never spent it all, since I dropped out halfway through my junior year.
5.
I was accepted at Harvard, Dartmouth, Brown, and UMass. I went to UMass. I heard the parties were better. This explains the previous entry.
6.
One of my earliest performance poetry experiences took place when I was asked to stall for time prior to a concert because the lead singer of the band was too fucked up to go on stage. The band was Flipper.
7.
I quit smoking when I was 22. I was smoking three and a half packs a day when I quit. That was 21 years ago.
8.
I saw the Ramones in the Seventies, dammit. Ditto Blondie, Devo, the Talking Heads, the Pretenders, the Clash, Elvis Costello, and way too many others both famous and infamous…I really miss that time.
9.
As a concert security goon — yes, you read that right, I was one of those guys whose job it was to start, um, stop fights and such — I met everyone from Frank Sinatra to REM to Sammy Hagar.
10.
I’ve been married for 19 years, and with my wife for over 22 years.
11.
I live on the street I grew up on, next door to my folks, in the house I grew up in.
12.
I am allergic to mosquitoes, although not as badly as I was when I was a kid.
13.
I collect: combat knives, guitars, Tarot card decks.
14.
I’ve seen a ghost. Yes, I’m positive. No, I won’t tell you about it.
15.
I put “poetry” down as my religion when it’s asked for on forms.
16.
I was a Boy Scout.
17.
I sang in barbershop quartets, madrigal choirs, and assorted other ensembles throughout and long past high school.
18.
I’ve had a recurring premonition that I would die at 7:19 PM on Dec. 19 of some unknown year since I was twelve years old. I do believe it will come true.
19.
I did way too much: cocaine, acid, and speed.
20.
I didn’t do enough: loving.

January 8th, 2004 at 7:59 pm
You bet!
And I will be there, even if a little later…if I’m late I’ll staple for you.
I carry a stapler in my trunk.
January 8th, 2004 at 7:38 pm
Hey Tony, if you come out tonight, any chance of bringing a chapbook stapler (I seem to remember we had a conversation in VT about the pros of owning our own industrial staplers)? Mine is either still in AZ or between AZ & MA.
January 8th, 2004 at 7:18 pm
Re: Ft Dix!
FREE GOOFUS!!!
January 8th, 2004 at 7:12 pm
Ft Dix!
I did Basic and Advanced Individual Training at Ft. Dix!
And Highlights? Very cool. I used to love that magazine. Especially Goofus and Gallant, though I always thought Goofus was set up for failure.
January 8th, 2004 at 3:41 pm
Thank you!
This is all fascinating; you’re one of the more interesting people I’ve crossed paths with in a long time.
January 8th, 2004 at 6:09 am
Re: Tony…
I think it’s called “All my heroes are junkies” And the name of the roadie/security guy in the song is Tony.
January 8th, 2004 at 5:31 am
Re: Tony…
Which one?
January 8th, 2004 at 5:31 am
I wish I remembered any of mine.
It was about the changing seasons, I recall.
T
January 8th, 2004 at 5:28 am
Tony…
Are you the subject of an Ellis Paul song?
January 8th, 2004 at 5:21 am
#3 is F-R-E-A-K-Y!!!!
i was published in Highlights when i was 9!!!!!!!!!!!
i didn’t put that down because i figured no other dentist’s office carried it besides mine in SoCal!!!
i even remember some of it…
soulsister,
r.