If you've read my book, "The Evolution of Confusion", you see it's listed as a fictional story. To distinguish who I am, through more historical accuracy ...I've written this blog.

My last name is pronounced like "miner" ...though my family was not a family of miners. Those who are my direct descendents, were farmers ...settling for the most part in Illinois.

When looking for land to farm, a journey was often necessary. One such journey brought a family north of Illinois, through Wisconsin, and to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan ...to a rural area called Faithorn. That's where my dad was born ...and where he grew up.

A nearby town, called Norway, was actually a mining town. And a particular girl lived there, whose dad did deliveries for the Hoheisel bakery.

My dad got drafted, but when he returned fron the war, he married that particular girl from Norway ...whom my dad somehow knew would make a fine wife.

I was born in Norway, at Penn Hospital, though my parents still lived on the farm in Faithorn. I was the second boy.

My sister was also born before the family moved to Norway. My parents decided upon the move so we'd be in closer proximity to my dad's job at the Veterans Hospital in Iron Mountain.