I am a sixty-three-year-old retired State of Michigan social worker living in the rolling, wooded dairylands of the northern half of the southern penninsula of the state. Using your right hand as a guide, with the palm of your hand facing you, you would find me just above the first knuckle of my middle finger. This is, of course, if your hand represent the state of Michigan. IF YOUR HAND DOES NOT LOOK LIKE MICHIGAN, You Do Not Come From Michigan.
The Unexpected Return of Eliot Rosewater is fiction. Any resemblance of any of the characters to any real people is your imagination. My second story is also fiction. The third one could be catagorized as historical fiction or as fictionalized history. It's not a memoir, so take it easy.
The rest are a variety of thought-dreams and fantasies.