Brief Bio...

Larry W. Hallock

Kansas farm boy.

Adult years, Chicago.

Parochial schools, first grade to grad school.

Career in business and social service:

        Medical underwriting, life & health (FLMI)

        Research & Development (health insurance)

        Director of Education (large community clinic)

        Management (inner-city youth org., jobs & GED)

Sidelines along the way:

        Self-employed recruiter of computer sales people

                during the start-up boom

        In-flight observer for United Airlines

        Blues band manager

Affiliations, past & present:

       "Old pillar" of SDA Kinship Intl., Inc.

        Editorial board, Men of All Colors Together

        Volunteer (USA, Ethiopia, Peru)

Semi-retirement: Remodeling home interiors.

Traveler on 6 continents (still looking forward to Australia).

Okay photographer.  Wannabe writer.  Mac user.

Secular humanist.

Partnered. No award-winning kids.

Chicago Botanical Gardens. © Larry Hallock

      I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice.  I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention.  I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, and I manage time efficiently.

     Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

      I woo other men with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes.  I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

      Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants.  I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, and I am the subject of numerous documentaries.  When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard.  I enjoy urban hang gliding.  On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

      I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear.  I don't perspire.  I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail.  I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes.  Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration.  I bat .400.  My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.

     Children trust me.

     I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy.  I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening.  I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket.  I have performed several covert operations with the CIA.  I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair.  While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery.  The laws of physics do not apply to me.

      I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid.  On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami.  Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.  I have made extraordinary four course meals using only mouli and a toaster oven.

       I breed prize-winning clams.  I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin.  I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

      But I have not yet gone to college.

                                                         —Humor by Hugh Gallagher

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