Naming The Moon / Joseph Valentinetti (ePub)

Some of the conclusion is left to the reader to ponder. Some readers think this isn¿t the way books should be but some books are, mine for example.

About Me

Whenever I¿m faced with the prompt to say something about myself I¿m stumped. Maybe it¿s because when I read how other people have responded to that, with dates of birth, schools attended, jobs held, marriages tried, children raised, accomplishments they¿re proud of, I¿m a little to a lot bored by it. Resumes and vita sheets-I don¿t know. I always thought the only difference between a resume and a prison record was who¿s doing the writing, who¿s the record keeper.

I was born in New York City. From a national perspective it¿s a world class place, full of everything anyone could ever want. From someone who grew up there it was the biggest small town in the world. Most New Yorkers live in enclaves of a few thousand people and spend most of their lives in a limited geographical area. My years there were spent in Washington Heights-some trips downtown, once to Jersey, to a camp, sponsored by the church for poor kids, but mostly within the confines of a square mile or two. I failed to graduate from George Washington High School because I failed to attend most of the time. By the authority vested in the City of New York I was transferred from GWHS P.S. 192 to P.S. 614. The 600 schools were special. To put it simply, you went on Monday and came home in June. I¿d probably still be there but, about this time, the transit authority built the second level of the George Washington Bridge through my bedroom, forcing us to relocate, relieving the city of its responsibility toward my education.

One night, some friends and me were sitting around bored, playing cards, in a furnished room, on 48th and Palisades, over the 300 Club, in Union City New Jersey. We were mostly jobless, older teenagers. I don¿t remember how the subject came up but we were talking about military service. Henry said he liked the Air Force, they had cool raincoats. I said the Army was three years and that was better than the four years the air Force demanded so it was the better deal. We cut the cards for it. I drew a queen. We enlisted the next day, on the buddy plan, Henry and me. He got pneumonia the first week of basic training and that was the last I saw of him.

Through no fault of my own I served in the peace time army. I got my GED in the service. I earned the GI bill for my time. All in all I got the better of the deal. It paid all the way through to a master¿s degree in education. My undergraduate advisor told me I was the brightest undergraduate he¿d ever met. My son¿s mother said I was the dumbest bastard she¿d ever met. A hand full of one, a handful of the other. Neither held the ring of truth or the aroma, for that matter, I wanted from either relationship. I was probably somewhere in the middle. I was a counselor/instructor at the University of Minnesota. I worked with federal grants to help underprivileged students access higher education. I did that until the university and federal government decided educating the underprivileged was no longer something worth doing.

During this same period I worked in public relations photography for the music industry, photographing their artists when they came to town for concerts. I also did studio photography as well as teach photography for Metropolitan State University. I taught training classes for state employees in utilizing media to improve agency communication. I had five one-man shows of my Photographs at the universities and private galleries.

I have since worked as a Public Guardian and a private detective. There is a block of time in this later period that I refer to as The Lost Years. You¿ll have to wait to hear about that.

Some days I am happy and some days I am sad, some days I feel good and some days I don¿t. I dropped out of high school because I didn¿t see the connection between tin exports from Bolivia, solving for X and teachers who didn¿t seem to understand the limits of their responsibilities, but, more likely it was because I didn¿t understand the limitlessness of my own.

So. Now I¿ve said something about myself.