I was born in the Detroit suburbs in 1952. Downriver for those who know what that means. My first memorable fuck up was when I was 4 yrs. old and ate the chlorine tablets in the local swimming pool. Yes, they actually used to put chlorine TABLETS in pools back then..... My best advice? NEVER EVER eat choline tablets!!
Cool fact: I learned to love music early. My older brothers and sister always had the radio going, listening to doo-wop and 50s-60s R&B. I soaked it in. My mom used to put Elvis on the 45 rpm turntable when she cleaned house. Hound Dog. Don't Be Cruel. I also got 16 Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford from my mother. She was otherwise a pretty terrible mother, but she's dead now so enough about that.....
My first frightful experience came at age 7. I contracted pneumonia and spent a week in the hospital. My fever was so high, I was hallucinating that lab coats were coming to life and trying to kill me whenever I was left alone in the room. They would morph into horrible white monsters and I would scream until someone came in..... It guess it was actually pretty cool, in retrospect that is.
Went to catholic school for 8 years, including mass almost every day. It was horrible. Another fuck up was in 4th grade, where for about a month, I became obsessed with becoming a priest. I ordered literature from all the major kinds of priesthood and dreamed of...... nothing. A short lived obsession, with no purpose or meaning. But these kinds of things can happen in catholic schools. BTW, the nuns beat the crap out of me because I loved to cut up in class. Really. It fucking hurt and my parents ALWAYS took the nun's side. It's no wonder I later spent 13 years in therapy.
Also in 4th grade (hmmm.....) I endured the only real suffering in my life; I was climbing trees with my best friend and he fell and killed himself. You should have seen what the nuns did with this one....
Got interested in sports during grade school. I was a decent baseball and football player.
Moved from Detroit to Chicago in time for high school. Wasted the first year being socially inept because I didn't know anyone. Sophomore year, I met my first girlfriend, who is notable only in that she introduced me to FZ's music. She was also an accomplished piano player even at that young age, and I loved watching her practice. We didn't have sex, but we did french kiss.
I enjoyed the 60s, and took up guitar around this time, just like everyone else did. Never got good, but I still play every day. I've played in a couple of cover bands, nothing special. Doesn't matter. I love it.
Went to the University of Illinois, studying reefer, hash, and opium. Dropped out after 2 years. I ended up going to 5 schools, and ended up with a Masters in social work from a different U of I campus. Specializing in mental health, I learned the ropes with early jobs on locked psychiatric units in the Chicago area. I have so many good stories from this period......
Had a 3 year stint living near New Orleans. Best food in the world. Also the home of stinging catapillars falling from the sky.... But I digress.
Primary adult fuck up: Somewhere in here I had a 7 year "relationship" with someone who I finally realized had Borderline Personality Disorder. It was 7 years of holy hell, held together by extraordinary sex and just a sprinkling of happy times whenever we dared consider breaking up. She eventually left me for a geologist. I know this because I noticed an accumulation of rock samples in her kitchen...
Fast forward. Got together with my wife in 1981, and we are happy. Got married in 88 or 89 (neither of us can remember which, but we do agree it took place while on vacation in Rocky Mountain national park near Boulder, CO). 16 years ago we adopted my son when he was 3 days old. Words cannot describe......
Now I work as a social work consultant to residential facilities for the mentally ill and the elderly. I train social workers to do the right thing. I also became the forum's very first hack advice columnist. DOCTOR RONALD NOOMIES, remember?
I drive around a lot to my various clients, listening to music in the car.
I just turned 60, can you believe it? Things start to fall apart at 60, but that's another story......
And through it all, Frank's music runs in the background every day.
