Bewildering Stories biography
I graduated from the only college that won the NIT and NCCA basketball tournaments in the same year but more importantly than that Jonas Salk who helped rid some of the world of polio with his vaccine was also given the opportunity to contribute to Mankind and graduated from the same NYC school that’s called in some circles: “The poor man’s Harvard.” This and the fact that there was a place of higher learning that indeed gave every race, nationality and creed an opportunity to play in the game of sculpting a better world gives me greater joy. To use a sort of lame analogy: I was a pretty good ballplayer in my day: I could hit singles, doubles and triples and sometimes home runs! I hit balls for fly outs or ground outs and sometimes I even struck out! That’s how I feel like a writer — no more no less.
I have been fortunate to have had stories published in the USA, Greece, India, Scotland, Ireland, England , Canada and Singapore; many of which were literary magazines.
I live among the Litchfield Hills with the ghosts of Mark Huck and Tom Twain in the east, Harriet Tom’s Cabin Beecher Stowe on the west and John smoldering in his grave then and now Brown to the north.
I live in a simpler place in time, with a beautiful wife who treats me well and waits for me to return from my imaginary meanderings and WE both helped — I swears to God! — in bringing three sort of nice kids, a boy and two girls, into this world of whom we are very proud and I hope they find a loved one as good as the one who helped me become a writer.
My eyes are the color of wine: semi-sweet. Thanks again, Jerry V...
Copyright © 2006 by Jerry Vilhotti