As with most of my articles I know not what I am going to say nor why I am going to say it but at the moment I feel is as good a time as any to do as I promised when starting this web page. I said stay tuned to learn more about why these words are here.
Living in Nevada USA between Reno and Fernley was a little wide spot in the road that at one time had been the switching station for the railroad. The name Wadsworth was where I was living at the time. I had bought a piece of property that backed up to the Truckee River which is the only outlet of water from Lake Tahoe.
God had blessed me with many friends and I was continually writing to them about one thing or another. Terry Bush a neighbor and friend one day stopped by and showed me how to send to all of them at the same time. I had been sending my articles one at a time and Terry educated me into you can send to as many as you want all at the same time.
So, writing as all ways and now I could tell them all what was on my mind. Like they had to know this it. Only in the mind of a fool does happiness resolve. Β I keep writing and would say this is the last one I know you are tired of me but I cant seem to hep it.Β Was what I had said. So, Lloyd Byrd another friend and neighbor said one day as long as you are writing this why donβt you call it Verlβs World it is all the things that you say and it is your world.
So that got the name and in the process I would hold back from saying some things and another very good friend and one damn good pie maker too is Debby Bush Terryβs wife she one day said Verl quit worrying about what we think when you write. You just tell it like you want to tell it and let us the readers decided rather we like it or not. So, another input was my brother Gary who I had sent these articles to and I wrote and told him if he did not like to receive them to let me know and I would stop. He said funny thing about my computer it has this little button called DELETE and if I donβt want it I do not have to read. If I do not want it I will hit that button. So that explains part yes but only part.
They tells how not why? In my travels through life, I have had many opportunities of failure and many of actually accomplishing something. I have trained as a boxer and put many hours and time into the ring before large crowds. I have held a private pilot license and flown as a pilot on many of crazy flights. Thing I must say about flying is that is hours and hours and hours of boredom with seconds of master frightening experiences. I once flew over the grand canyon and the airplane in passing over the airplane went 2,000 feet up and sideways it was all I could do to keep it level. My daughter Kim was in the back seat and had undone her set belt and had a hair Bret in her hand and when it was all over she had blood where the teeth of the comb cut into her hand. Immediately we lost the 2,000 feet we gained and the plane came back down in one second. Wham BANGΒ the wings screamed when they took hold of solid air.
I have hung on cables with a dozer weighting 17 ton while being suspended by two D8βs. Working at 68-degree slopes building ski runs in Park City Utah. I was a contractor in Utah for years and ended up doing fuel tanks and such in the California Bay Area. I held an A (General Engineering), B (General Building), C21 (Demolition) and Haz (hazardous) license for California. I took the tests and personally held those licenses. Β I owned Mountain Valley Construction in Heber Utah another corporation. I owned SCCA Soil Cleaning Company of America. Whereby I built a dirt washing machine. I meet with the US EPA in their offices in Eddison N.J. and explained how I had built this machine for a million dollars and they had spent over four million and did not get as good or results.
I have owned Tahoe Electronics in Lake Tahoe where I did T.V. repair I owned Computer Room Mate Finding service in Las Vegas, Nevada. I stop here but there are many more but my reasoning is to show that writing is not part of my history. I have read four to five books a week sense I was in high school and that is what caused me to want to know just how tuff is it to write.
After reading about it, I finally decided to try and see how much work it takes. Β Β And this is where we are today. I write because I have not the will power not to. Not the other way around I get these enter feelings that I should open the window and scream out what is on my mind. Well, those of you that have the delete button have the chance to use it and those that donβt use it can say the same as I do; I just could not hep it.
A Messenger,
Verl K.