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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A Gentile in the Family?
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 19
And That's How the Money Rolls In
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 18
Money makes the world go around, the world go around, the world . . .
Golden Corn—A Tale of Old Joe on the Mountain Top
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 17
Maybe just a little corny . . .
E. Coli: A Tale of Redemption
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 16
There are reasons Jimmy Dick is . . . well, Jimmy Dick.
The Old Gray Goose
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 15
Some people just won't be happy with change . . .
School Days, School Days, Dear Old Golden Rule Days
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 14
School bullies are nothing new . . .
A Tinker's Progress
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 13
Tinker's? Tinker's Progress?
The Truth According to Buddha
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 13
Tsk, tsk. it seems that no one can get along with anyone . . .
The Price of Dumplings
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 12
You say tomato, I say tomahto.
Azrael's Bargain
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 11
Another evening with the world's greatest philosopher.
Star Crossed
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 10
Yoo hoo! Manuel!" When Emmanuel Onofrio heard Verlinda Fritz yoohooing down the hall, his mind yelled, "Run!" He was looking forward to a quiet, restful lunch in the teacher's lounge. Keeping the rowdy kids in line so the others could learn seemed to get harder year by year and week by week. He gritted his teeth. "Santo Luigi Gonzaga protect me from pestilence."
A Tempest In a Baptistry
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 9
The question of re-baptism and the distress it caused in the sixteen hundreds, including what has at times been described as bloody murder, is still with us.
Anna the Baptist
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 9
Julio stacked clean glasses under the bar. "Damn it Ken! I don't know what's got you riled but I'm sick of it! Back off or I'm goin' home. I don't have t' have this job. I only took it to help you out." Julio didn't mention his fear of losing his regular job to what he thought of as cheap foreign labor. The fear drove him to drink, something he'd done little of before the Ring of Fire. He did his drinking in the one place a man didn't have to put up with "krauts." This led to a part time job.
Water Wings
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 9
The line arcing off the boat kinked between deck and water. Eric, watching for just that, yelled to the crew uncoiling the stiff hose, "Hold it! Back it up!" Then the kink swelled a bit. Eric screamed, "Back it up! Back it up now!"
Wings on the Mountain
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 9
The regulars left the table nearest the fire when the strangers came in. At the base of the Matterhorn summer nights are chilly, so a fire is welcome starting in the late afternoon. Strangers paid much higher prices for everything and the whole village, not just the innkeeper, profited. Everyone made strangers welcome.
Not a Princess Bride
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 8
James Richard, or Jimmy Dick, Shaver (known to his close associates, and almost everyone else, as Dickhead) was in the grocery store. The old drunk was not there buying food. Most of his calories came from beer, followed by pretzels. Yes, believe it or not, despite the Ring of Fire, the Club 250 still sold pretzels. They were much better or a whole lot worse than the old ones, depending on who you asked.
Grantville's Greatest Philosopher?
From: Grantville Gazette, Volume 7
Ken looked up when the door opened. When he saw the men who were entering, he moved down to the cash register. Once there, he put his hand on the sawed-off shotgun that hung in a rack on the underside of the bar. "Julio," he called. "Yeah?" Julio Mora replied. "Nine one one, now!"