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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.

Empire State College screws up again…

07/01/2009 Johnnyboy

Last year I submitted a proposal to my college for credit for previous life experience as a working chef. I had almost 20 years in the business before I left for a new life, much of which revolved around ESC and my completion of my B.A.

It has been made aware to me that the evaluator never sent any of the forms into the college. So I called the evaluator. According to her she sent them three times and then finally on a special form supplied to her by the college itself–all before the holidays.

So where did the form go? Whose in-box did it land in and who deleted it from their file? Who is to blame? Who is lying? Who is guilty of discrimination?

I have to admit that trying to get any credit from the college has been a disappointment. They do not accept credit from “trade schools” like culinary institutes. On the other hand they do automatically give credit to people who have served in the armed forces.

Perhaps I should have learned how to kill rather than cook. Then I would have no problem getting credit.

Johnnyboy

The new year, with old year flotsam and jetsam…

05/01/2009 Johnnyboy

The holidays are over, the tree has been discarded, the tourists have departed the area and Somewheresville has settled into the mellow calm of January. If only I could do the same.

I am still behind in last semester’s work, with three papers to write before the middle of the month. I can do it! Yes I can! I feel like Bob the Builder…

I begin the next semester right on the heels of the departing one, so I will be happy when I can begin something anew, with a fresh outlook and be through with the leftovers.

Mom is doing well; safe, happy, warm, loved, and cared for.

I am now in my 7th year of sobriety, having celebrated my 6th last week. Life goes on, thank the Big Wheel that spins in the Cosmos.

Johnnyboy

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