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Terry Howard

I have in my life been paid for working as, in or at: lawn care, onion topping, haying, fruit picking, general farm labor, fast food, retail, truck driver, construction, gear stacker, stock puller, truck loader, ice house production, auto body/paint shop, janitorial, tutoring, printer’s assistant, stage actor, plastic extrusion, sculptor, teacher, bus driver, direct sales, title examiner, interior decorating, route delivery, waiter, deck hand, marine engineer, reftan/dairy hand, aluminum extrusion and stamping, kosher chef, ren-fair manager, general contractor, landlord, several other things that I do not care to mention and, now, for writing.

I was born in Michigan City Indiana, where my father worked as a machinist while pastoring a General Baptist Church, which makes me a Hoosier, but in my family a Hoosier is an Ozarky who didn’t make it to Detroit. It has been said, and I attest to the truth, that the Celts are alive and living in the Ozarks under assumed names.

I have lived in nine states and abroad. After dropping out of high school to go to college I have studied formally in two colleges, one university, and one graduate school. I have learned much more from studying informally in other settings. My wife, Lauri, and I currently live in California.

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Everyone Wants to Write

Everyone Wants to Write

Grantville June, 1636   T.T. Schultz came into the kitchen where his nephew Hans was setting at the table working his way through a stack of letters, some of which were rather thick. “Anything good Hans?” The young man looked up, and the white-blond hairline with...
The Stillborn Voice of John the Baptist

The Stillborn Voice of John the Baptist

Masonic Lodge, Grantville Spring, 1636   "So, you are thinking about endowing a chair at the college?" Henne Weber asked John Paul Kindred. Henne Weber, one of the recent inductees into Grantville's expanding Masonic Lodge, spoke good English, despite a strong...
Air France

Air France

Somewhere in France, 1634   The first rays of dawn touched his face, awakening him gently to a new day. Two heads on the same pillow were all that were not tucked warmly under the woolen covers topping the tavern's fine feather bed. His eyes still closed, Jacques...
Overflow: A Hair Club 250 Story

Overflow: A Hair Club 250 Story

Late Fall, 1635   The front door to Hair Club 250 opened. A howl of wind and a spray of sleet came through the door of the salon with a short dark-haired man. He shook himself like a dog, getting the just-mopped floor wet again. Kim Beasley, the owner and chief...
Death by Makeup

Death by Makeup

November, 1635 Hair Club 250, Grantville   Gripping the arms of the salon chair tightly, Dana Hudson said to the owner-stylist, “Mrs. Beasley—” Kim Beasley and the petite, young woman in the chair looked a bit alike. Both the salon owner and the...
Becket’s Blood

Becket’s Blood

September 1635   One fine morning Robert Smythe, the city of York’s most popular pulpiteer, went to the doctor. “Reverend Smythe! And what can I do for you?” “I have, of late, been troubled by these pains in my breast. Well, it is not so...
Hair Club 250

Hair Club 250

Early Fall 1635   “Ken, when are you going to put up a new sign?” Kim Beasley asked her husband. “I ain’t,” he said, reaching across the breakfast table for the butter. “That sign’s been there all these years. It does a...
Customs

Customs

St. Pietersberg, Netherlands Midsummer’s Eve, 1636 The road into Maastricht wound along between the river and the foot of the steep-sided hill. Joris de Groon was perfectly content to trail along at the end of the party—the half-dozen men weren’t raising...
The Ice Queen

The Ice Queen

The Mountain Top Baptist Bible Institute August, 1636 One sunny afternoon in the front parlor . . . Nora MacDermott found herself brought up short, wrestling with two variant texts of the same scripture passage, texts she would never have even imagined had her...