Let’s take a trip in the way-back machine, shall we?
In high school I played baseball, and was pretty good at pitching, but less so at second base. Basically, I could throw the ball better than I could catch it; especially when said ball was traveling at high speed and random bounce in my direction. I say “in my direction” to downplay the fact that even if it were to be hit right at me and I didn’t have to move at all, I would still have problems stopping it.
My point in all this, I think, is to go on to tell you that my teammates called me Mouse back then, and the nickname stuck. Now that I am more mature, shall we say, I still like the nickname, and so decided to use it as part of the title of this site.
Oh yeah, I am supposed to be telling you about me, but I am very easily distracted.
I grew up in Northeastern Pennsylvania, right on the border of New York. When I say “right on the border”, I mean that I lived close enough to walk across the bridge into the nearest town of Hancock, NY. Not that I ever did that, that I recall, since it was much easier to ride my bike over; which I did frequently as a teen.
I also rode a “four-wheeler” across the river several times, before they were called “quads”. I do remember, however, that my actual quads would hurt quite a bit after working out with the team, because Mr. Zawatsky really pushed us. But the Wildcats were state champions for 2 or 3 years in a row between my freshman and senior years because of his focus on our physical strength.
Okay, enough of that for now. Flash-forward to the present day, and I am in a good place, both with God and my housing situation, and work.
That is where the other part of this site’s title, “Freed”, comes in.
You see, I was released from prison in April 2019, after having served almost eight years. Legally, I should not have been able to be sent to prison for a first time offense and violation of probation, even if I had actually violated probation, which I did not. But that is a story for another day.