I remember when I was eight years old, Jersey City built a new library at the Five Corners on a rubble strewn urban renewal lot. I got myself a library card and took out a book on Thomas Jefferson. I remember thinking that writing a book had to be one of the greatest things you could do. Reality intervened and I put off any thought of pursuing this dream for almost forty years until a beautiful May day on Astor Place in NYC. The universe decided it was high time I get off my ass and do what I was supposed to do. That was ten years ago. Since then I've written six books, two published the others in draft form. I realized after I wrote the first one that while I had always wanted to write a book I had no plans to have anyone read it. I printed a copy on my own on the computer and gave it to my wife and another copy I gave to my father. That was it until I discovered self-publishing, Lulu, and went on the viral internet journey. It has taken me places I didn't know existed.