Escape From Destiny
I was 21 and it was five days before the opening of my printing business. Instead, I spent those five days in hell, fighting to stay awake just to breathe. The doctor had withheld the respirator from me in a deliberate atempt to end my life.
Okay, so my plans to build my own house in the country, with horses, motorcycles, a motorized hang glider and a beautiful wife, not necessarily in order of desire, would be smashed for the moment. That won't stop me from trying. I've always been too stupid to realize when I'm beat.
Before I broke my neck in 76, I worked for Minutemen press in Haddonfield printing letterheads, envelopes, business cards and other business forms.
At the same time, I was rebuilding my own printing equipment nights in my parents basement (see below). Knowing how to print, how to fix printing presses and not having a lot of expenses for starting a printing business would make it easier to make a profit when I started my own business.
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My autobiography will take you to places you have never been before, both, before my accident in 1976 and since.
Before, I played hard and work harder. Going to high school full-
I liked riding my motorcycle, working on cars, taking pictures, playing guitar, drums and piano with my band and of course, I really enjoyed my interludes and intimacies with gentler gender.
The challenges that came after, were not what I expected and far worse then I could imagine.
Through it all, I would smile and try to make it look easy. I knew that a cure would one day be possible even though the doctor said it was impossible. Years later, I’m still waiting. I know the doctors are wrong, they have to be.
For you printing press guys, I modified this 10x15 A&M Multilith press (the one with the two arrows (above left)) as a dedicated envelope press to run two envelope at the same time. The arrows point to two different sets of joggers on the papers jogging board. I also added hardware for the feeder stack and delivery tray. Two envelopes at once means, double the production speed, which at the time, would leave my competitors, in the dust.
The front basement was filled with my band equipment where I did most of my band practice. My guitar, my drums and piano would now sit idle collecting dust.
Would I be able to reinvent myself and figure out a way to enjoy my thirst to make music? If you've looked at the rest of my website, you already know the answer is yes. My autobiography explains my evolution as I expanded well beyond the expectations of my doctors and rehab specialists who knew it all.
I never thought to take pictures of my band during the practice sessions. I always thought there would be time for that later. I was not expecting an abrupt end.
When I dove into the lake and hit the bottom. I couldn't move. As I laid under the water, I thought about inhaling water and going to sleep and finishing the job. Then, I thought about my mother and how she lost her third child and how she would die with me. It was then that I held my lips tightly closed to keep that last breath of air hoping someone would rescue me in time.
Below, pictures of the equipment I was rebuilding in my parents basement, back basement and garage. Printing presses, Plate makers, light tables, collator, numbering machine, paper cutter, and office equipment, all the makings of a print shop ready to go with plenty of spares.