Holiday Cognac

WHO IS HOLIDAY COGNAC ?

A better question might be “why the stupid pen name ?”

The answer: In 6th grade, writing one of his many fancies

of fiction, the author thought it sounded cool, having no

idea what cognac actually is. Truth can be a let down…

The author is currently invisible in America, and his history

reads like a person auditioning for a mental asylum. Proud

to be born a Buckeye with a happy childhood of little

league baseball, spelling bees, and due to a Tarzan

complex earned numerous broken bones. A cosmopolitan

education in New York propelled him beyond college into

the Wolfhounds in Vietnam, where a naive college kid

morphed into a soldier.

After the Army, life was like a four course meal: painting

was the first course with teaching being the main hors

d’oeuvres, owning restaurants was the entree, and for

dessert was retirement and the opportunity to write and

travel and read wantonly.

Marriage was interrupted by the Grim Reaper and financial

stability by a near bankruptcy…but the Muse has been an

excellent dance partner, waltzing his fingers across the

keyboard filling his soul with exuberance.