Gregg Stucker:  

Life No matter your current location, I hope this message finds you doing well and thanks for checking on my status. I've not provided a previous bio to this site, so I thought I'd provide a little detail and have some fun along the way. Post Smoky Hill - wannabe rebel that I was (I've still got a little of it in me), I scorned Horace Greeley's advice to young men and set off to the north. A little over an hour later, and despite my refusal to go west, I found myself in the town named after the man whose advice I'd so intently spurned. Damn it all! My academic affair with UNC was of the on-again, off-again variety. I left in my junior year after acknowledging that my curiosity for understanding how and why things work the way they do could be satiated by reading Omni magazine and did not require earning a physics degree (indeed, physics was my major at the time). Three years and probably a baker's dozen or more hospitality and residential construction industry jobs later, I realized I was approaching what appeared to be a fork in my road. I considered the fork's presence. What could this mean? Why now am I presented with this fork? Instantly I began to develop deep and spiritual thoughts - I'm thinkin' they were pretty darn close to being as deep and spiritual as those of any human past or present. But I'll keep it simple for ya. Had the fork's previous possessor found a better fork and chose to leave this one here for a forkless passerby, or for a passerby with fork but who would find this one superior to his own? Or perhaps the previous possessor unknowingly dropped it and has learned, or soon will learn, of his forkless plight. I shuddered. No man wants to think about what awaits him should he become forkless. Or! Could it be that he was such a man? Had he pondered a forkless life? Did he come to believe that the fork was nothing - and then that indeed HE was nothing, and then...Expand for more