Working on the stone wall today. The stones are starting to fit together now like a giant jigsaw puzzle. I can see where a stone will fit even before I pick it up, it’s as if the hand of some long dead New England farmer is now guiding my hands..
I was born and raised in New England and attended Brewster Academy on the shores of Lake Winnipesaukee in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire. At seventeen, I enlisted in the United States Navy, trained as a Torpedo Man, and served ten years at various commands. Following my discharge, and for the next 25 years, I earned my living as a long-haul trucker. Soon after September 11th, I reenlisted in the Naval Reserves, was deployed to the Persian Gulf, and served as a Seabee's Equipment Operator. My Naval career ended with a medical discharge, subsequent to a year spent at the Balboa Naval Hospital in San Diego. In May of 2015, I retired from trucking and I currently spend my time writing and working on my mountaintop home in Idaho. View all posts by Benjamin Scribner