My Biography

Hi, I’m John. I’m a 52 year old carpenter who lives in the middle of Nebraska. Now wait, don’t click out just yet. For a long time my fingers have been itching to release stories that have built up in the cluttered thinking room upstairs. So pour yourself a glass of iced tea, kick back, and take a look at life through a carpenter’s eyes.

I know what you’re thinking; how can a simple carpenter possibly have something profound to tell the world? You just never know.

In my line of work, I have the unique opportunity to sort of adopt myself into other families. I might spend months remodeling someone’s house while they are living in it. After 33 years of this, I have many extended families. These are great people, all with their own personality. I get to experience their fears, dreams, pet peeves, likes, dislikes, right down to their favorite color. You might say that I’ve done a 33 year case study on people.

Before I became a carpenter, I joined the Nebraska Army National Guard while a senior in high school. This was a 12 year part time job that helped my wife, Teri and I get through the lean years of young married life. Army life taught me discipline and a sense of duty to our great nation.

As a youngster, I attended Arcadia Public school. These were years of classroom drudgery, whiling the hours away to finally escape to my beloved fields of pheasants and deer. Oh, did I forget to mention that I am also a hunting and fishing guide?

I grew up on a small family farm with 4 older sisters and a younger brother. We ate what we grew or shot. It was a perfect childhood. Dad was a farmer and Mom had breakfast ready at 6:30, dinner at 12:00, and supper at 6:00. We gathered around the table, said grace and ate together as a family.

Today, my wife and son, Mitch and I sit down to our meals in that same kitchen. We live a pretty simple life compared to most, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m looking forward to sharing some thoughts with you. Who knows, maybe you can learn something from this old carpenter!

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