|All About Li'l Ol' Moi|
Okay, Okay,let's face it, this is a work in progress... It's been progressing or regressing or whatever for sixty-odd years, and yeah, "odd" is the word to watch, there, for a good many of them. No, no, I'm not saying that I'm any odder than anyone else. That would be hubris, and I'm not into hubricity.
I mention back on the home page that I was born on what was then regularly Memorial Day — that was May 30th, and hang the day of the week (though in fact it was a Sunday) — in 1937. It happened in Brevard, North Carolina, around 9:30 in the evening (astrologers reading this now know all about me), and my mother told me (somewhat later, gang — I wasn't much into explanations at the time) I was running a bit late. That's a trait that stayed with me most of my life. I've gotten better about it, but that came late, too.
|Okay, that got rid of the mystically intolerant crowd, so the rest of us can gather 'round here and I can let you in on a little secret. I kinda made that part up. It could be true, lord knows, though one might have to spread the circle wider — there's the Brevard Music Center, right there, of course, but it isn't too far from Henderson, NC, where Carl Sandberg had a home (it had a nice summer theatre, too, last time I was there, though that was a while ago), and there's Asheville, about 40 miles north, where Thomas Wolfe* composed extraordinary literature (no, not Tom Wolfe; that's somebody else entirely) and seems to me I recall that Manly Wade Wellman hailed from around there, too. [Okay, the linked site points out that he lived in Chapel Hill, which is over near Durham. But he wrote about the western part of the state...]|
|Not everybody knows about Wellman but, well, he was one of my favorite fantasy writers a couple of decades back. I guess he'd been around a while before that. Main thing was that he told stories that built on the folklore of that part of the country and from what I gather he had a pretty rich tradition to draw from. So if I get a little mystical-eyed talking about my natal region (no, no — sheesh! wash out your mind with soap!) — about the land of my birth, why then, I have some justification. Besides — there is a bonus for the fantasy lover. Brevard is the county seat for none other than Transylvania County, and I can say, with all truth and a fair-to-middlin' Bela Lugosi accent, that I was "Born in Transylvania." Enh, don't worry, I haven't bit anyone's neck in ages. My wife can attest to that.