I was born in Oklahoma in 1948. I earned a degree in physics at the University of Oklahoma in 1971. My minor was in philosophy. Years later I attended some graduate school in physics and in philosophy at University of Chicago.
I discovered Rand's philosophic writings in 1967 and found them mostly correct. The following year, a close college friend began reading Atlas. We became lovers in the summer of 1968 and continued together to his death in 1990.*
Back in 1972 I had gotten on a train in Oklahoma with $84 dollars in my pocket, one briefcase, one suitcase, and one bicycle. I got off the train at Union Station in Chicago. It was Labor Day. I asked an attendant which direction was the lake. He checked my suitcase and bike for later pickup. I walked to the park, which runs along the lake, sat on a bench, and looked over my beautiful city. I bought a newspaper and landed a job as an unskilled laborer three days later. I called Jerry, told him I had $2.50-an-hour, told him to give notice at his job, and to come to Chicago. By a decade later, he was a practicing attorney, and I was a degreed, employed engineer.
While I was in engineering school at Illinois Institute of Technology, I worked as a co-op student at a locomotive factory.* I liked it very much, but upon graduation, I decided to work in nuclear power. I helped to complete the last plant that was built in America. It is still putting megawatts on the grid more than three decades later.
In the desolation of Jerry's death, I created Objectivity. It was a hardcopy, subscription journal of metaphysics, epistemology, and theory of value informed by modern science. All twelve issues (1990–98) are now available for free online at Objectivity Archive.
I am retired now from commercial work, but this other continues, this long keeping up with science and long study and writing of philosophy. Since January 2014, I have been writing a book on metaphysics, epistemology, and theory of moral value. In it I compose a new philosophy, cousin to Rand's, and I set both our philosophies in their relations to other philosophies from the Greeks to our own day.
When I visited the grave of my lover for the fifth year, I decided to try to make it all happen again. In 1996 I met Walter Klingler. We continue "two hearts beating each to each."