The Handyman's Corner

Midwest boy grows up

As a boy, horses, cutting wood with the neighbors, working on my father's old foreign cars dominated my free time. We were the last people to own horses within the city limits. We didn't have a trailer, so we rode our horses to the county fair every year. Delivering the Milwaukee Journal was my first crack in the publishing business.
I graduated from High School in 1969, the year of the Moon Landing . Of course, I was interested in this, because I had been a member of the Civil Air Patrol for a time. I lived in Madison and took pre-college courses at the downtown MATC. That was during the peak of the Vietnam War and welfare rights marches. Once in a while we could smell tear gas in the classrooms.
A friend of mine and I took a long slow trip to California in a beat up old Chevy, where we stayed on the beaches of Santa Monica for a time. We soon traveled to San Francisco, where we worked various temporary jobs and made enough to afford an apartment. Work dried up a few months later as the great energy crunch hit and the country rolled into recession.
When I got back, I went to UW Whitewater, where I worked at the University radio station and took a wide variety of courses, including journalism, theater and photography. Of these, journalism was my last and favorite. We had some terrific teachers, and it tied in with my work at the radio station where I was assistant promotion director.
Nonetheless, I had to drop out to find work. A few years later found me married, starting out with 2 children. With my college experience, I was hired by Kerr Mcgee refining Corporation to run a Deep Rock gas station in Fort Atkinson. In those days, regular leaded gas was only 35 cents. We had mini-serve. That meant that we pumped the gas for you. It was a great job in the summer, but when winter got its grip, long-johns alone were not sufficient defense from the bitter Wisconsin cold.
When the company began to convert all of its stations to convenient stores, I found myself out of work for a time. That was when I began my career as an auto technician. Harry Bouvre had just opened up a Firestone tire store just down the road from the now-closed Deep Rock. I worked for Harry for 7 years, then moved to another ma-pa garage in Whitewater, where Merlin Hare fixed radiators. I worked at M&R Service for over 12 years. By 1990, I was a single parent to my son, Mark, Jr. For 3 more years, I worked in Whitewater and continued to own my home in Fort Atkinson.
In 1993, I sold my house and moved to Platteville, where I enrolled as a Technology Education major. I tried to learn as much as I could about computers. I became involved with a variety of activities while there, among them:

Organizing the Technology Education Club;

Acquiring a continuing interest in computers and the Internet

Lobbying to save the Technology Education Major during the University's reorganization;

Working as a lab assistant in the Graphic Arts Department, working with photography, presswork and tutoring of students;

Restoration of many different types of equipment in the graphics lab including a first generation digital plotter/cutter, film processors, enlargers and other darkroom tools, an older color separator, printing presses and a complete reorganization of the lab;

I was a beta tester for CU-Seeme, Internet-based videoteleconferencing software. I set up a demonstration between the University and Platteville High School's Tech Ed Lab. Later, I set one up between a middle school Spanish class in Oshkosh, Wisconsin and one in Reseda, California.

In 1996, I graduated and took a position in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, where I took a hand at teaching. I taught middle and high school industrial arts, drafting, woods and small engine repair.
One year later I moved back to Fort Atkinson, where my son graduated from high school. I worked for a time at Havill Spoerl Ford, before I started a handyman business and a karaoke show.
I concluded the repair business and began working as a pressman at the Daily Jefferson County Union in Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin in 2003, and you will still find me there.

13 years ago, while going to college in Platteville, I was driving back and forth to Milwaukee frequently to take care of my Grandmother Brauer, my mother's mom. I would stay overnight in Fort Atkinson, going to church at the Episcopal church I grew up in. Marianne was working in the kitchen and I offered to help. That was the first time I met my new wife. We dated briefly and hit is off like 3 billiard balls. Well, we DID like each other, but...

So, last year, who should walk into the shop, but Marianne! It took only a few short conversations and we were right where we started. On March 7, 2008 we came before the Lord pledged our lives to each other and Him.

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