“I came into this world in the chilly part of the year, in the first week of winter (12/29), snow storm, below freezing outside, in 1946, in Springfield Massachusetts.
I am the product of Immigrants. I am the direct son of an immigrant. My mother at age seven, with many brothers and sisters, came to to this country in the 1920’s from Ireland, with their mother (their father came a little more than a year later). My father is the grandson of the child who came here with parents to this country in the 1880’s from Germany (about time that a certain large statue was being deposited on Bedloe’s Island, in NYC). In each case immigration was applied for, and successfully carried through to citizenship, legally. Patience was all that was required. This country at the end of the 19th and the first part of 20th centuries, in its infinite wisdom, saw 100K’s go to millions, and thought law, organization, and order would help. I am in agreement. Now, 21st century, we see millions go to billions, and we seem to possibly be leaning more towards turmoil, disorder, anarchy, and chaos. This does not seem to me like infinite wisdom, concerning major matters yet to be solved, by my (our, fellow citizens) truly wonderful country. Seems we could be headed that way, I hope/pray that we are not.
I attended and graduated from High School 20 miles east (of Springfield) in Monson, MA, the town I grew up in until I was 18 years old. I then served 4 years in the United States Marine Corp (Vietnam 1968-69). I left the USMC after that with an honorable discharge and traveled the world, country, and then, West Coast and Hawaii until 1975.
For the next two decades (1970’s&1980’s) I worked blue collar jobs in various states, usually making not too much above minimum wage (construction, factory, etc.), was member of United Steel Workers of America for seven of those years (’twas the best gig I had, during this time). For the last two decades (1990’s&2000’s) I worked as a Building Maintenance Supervisor (somewhat better pay) responsible for plumbing, electrical, HVAC, etc. I worked at a convalescent hospital, and a 55+ retirement community in California, and an assisted living center in Oregon. In my entire working life, I only made $30,000 in one year, once (because I was working two jobs).
Building Maintenance involves the care and upkeep of the “”physical plant.”” In my case these were each multi-million dollar buildings, 50,000 – 100,000 square feet. My responsibility was to “”fix””, Anything, broken or not operating properly. With two decades of fixing Things behind me, I now have chosen the task of fixing mankind’s general ignorance of life in our world, and especially in my country, giving it my best shot, at least. There has never been a time of greater need to fix and repair so much, ergo, my book, WORDS; website, www.terrenceheintz.com; and my Facebook (Words, Life Tutelage)
I also was PR director for the Quaboag Riders Motorcycle Club from 1978-1982 and helped raise a lot of money ( I filled parking lots to capacity every event ! ). Hillclimbs – 10 per year at a capacity of 2,500 per event. The club needed money to rebuild our clubhouse as the original one built in 1946 burned down in the late 1970’s. I got the club close to two million dollars over four years (+), ’78-’82. This was also the time in the club’s history when we introduced and added 4-wheel drive hillclimbs. This all happened when I returned to New England, primarily, to live one last time there (1975-1985). I lived one of those (fateful) years (1976) in Ohio. I finally and permanently moved to the West Coast in 1985.
I am single, self-employed, author of a book, inspired, very active, healthy and happy. never married/no children (not yet). I plan to spend 2020 and onwards entirely w/music. Working hard jobs mostly, for four to five decades, I could never develop my music properly, but now I am Free to do what I want. Plan to practice more, play guitar and sing 1-2 hrs/day. Then I want to upload as many YT videos as I can. A published book, creation of website, facebook, youtube etc., IT, in general, pretty much consumed my time 2017-2019.
I probably should mention, as people have wondered and asked, who Nan Perrott is. Well, she is the kind woman, in Sonoma, CA., who in approximately 1989 transferred my 5(+) years old (at the time) hand-printed manuscript into computerized text.I haven’t seen her since, but thought I should acknowledge her, at end of book. Peace, Terry
Western New England College (6 months in 1965)
Wright State University (6 months in 1976)
Lane Community College (1 year in 1999)”
