This biography is intended to provide an answer for those of you who are sure to ask (and some who have been wondering but were afraid to ask) how did someone from New Jersey end up in Kansas?...and then, in Wisconsin? However, I am content for now, to give a basic outline, in a chronological fashion as to how that happened, without going into all the details. Later, after I become famous and a household word, I will expound on those details, and I am quite certain you will hold me to that.
I was born in 1957 in Phillipsburg, New Jersey. In describing the time of my birth my dad was always fond of boisterously using the phrase "bouncing baby boy." The reason, I believe, was to counteract some of my mother's disappointment at not having a girl, which she was adamantly expecting and wanting. My birth had followed that of a brother, two years earlier. I can best describe the chronological sequence of me and my siblings as being from two different generations, as there were two older sisters and an older brother born in the early '40's. My oldest brother was killed in an automobile accident when I was three years old and the two older sisters married and started lives of their own, leaving most of my growing-up memories to involve me and my two years older brother. He was more outgoing and activity-minded than I was. Saying that I tended to "live in a world of my own" was very much an understatement, but in the interest of brevity, it'll have to suffice.
Due to their husbands' involvement in the Armed Services, my two sisters wound up both being situated in a little town in central Kansas, which is where I also wound up, when the rest of the family moved close to them in 1966.
In N.J. my dad had been a tree surgeon and that profession followed him, and also became a large part of my work experience, as did farm and construction work.
My early adult life was chaotic and can be best described as a "mess." I had a brief marriage which produced one beautiful daughter.
I started getting my life back on track while in my mid-thirties and moved to southeast Kansas in 1995. I had been working at a grain storage and chemical treatment facility for several years when I took a vacation trip to North Dakota, Minnesota, and Wisconsin. When I returned to work in Kansas and was asked how my vacation was, I replied with, "I am moving."
After some medical and financial problems were alleviated, in 2006 I was finally able to transform that statement into an actual move to Wisconsin - a talismatic desire which went back to my early years as an adult.
After first landing a job with Wal-mart in Superior, Wisconsin, I was able to get an affordable apartment in Duluth, Minnesota, and after six months moved into a mobile home court in Superior.
Duluth is "across the bridge" from Superior much in the same way as Easton, PA was "across the bridge" from Phillipsburg, NJ. where I spent the first ten years of my life; the correlation between these areas (and time frames) has not escaped me.
In 2010 I gained extra employment with the U.S. Census Bureau. During some position and title changes regarding the Wal-mart management system, staffing procedures, and overall customer service, I underwent some stressful times became aware that I had arrived at another turning point in my life. At that time, the spring of 2010, I decided I had not made the big life change of leaving family and friends in Kansas to move seven hundred miles, just to work at Wal-mart and live like a sardine in a can, in a trailer court. I moved because I loved the geographical area and the climate and I was not enjoying any of it.
I left my job at Wal-mart and moved out of the trailer court in the same week. A friend let me stay at his house near Amnicon Lake (practically on the lake) twenty miles south of Superior.
After the job with the Census Bureau wound down, I devoted my time and energy to my writing, concentrating on a novel I had started several years earlier when I had first gotten into the toy department at Wal-mart. The idea for the story had actually been born while I was being chastised by my department supervisor for not adhering to certain rules.
That pretty much brings us here - which, by the way, happens to be very much like the title of one of my short stories (also previewed on this site) which is entitle, You Are Here.
Written by R.A.Savary
P.O. Box 1831
Superior, WI 54880