Anthony Arvin

Procrastinator extraordinaire. I am a poorly educated, well-traveled bumpkin, achieving the titles of master craftsman, world-class artist, writer, inventor, and shameless liar. I am a child of the sixties, came of age in the seventies, and married my teenage sweetheart. After 35+ years of marriage, she has finally quit fighting the restraints. My writing reveals the strange and wonderful perspectives that can only come through a lifetime of reflection over questionable choices, shaky judgment and years of working with toxic vapors in poorly ventilated spaces. I write about the amazing journey of life and my fascination with the notion of growing up someday.