About the author

Richard Galli

<p>In college and after, I trained and worked as a journalist. In 1976 I jumped tracks and became a civil litigation lawyer.</p><p>I closed the firm&rsquo;s office after my son became paralyzed in 1998. Jeff is still paralyzed, but he needs more than 16 terabytes of drive space to hold &nbsp;a portion of his smarts. His sister Sarah is in New York, rocking a vivacious urban lifestyle I couldn&rsquo;t survive.</p><p>I&rsquo;m a Vietnam veteran (Army-trained Vietnamese interpreter); and I also spent time as a freelance correspondent embedded with Army soldiers performing missions in Iraq.</p><p>In recent years I have written comic stuff almost exclusively. Things being the way they are now, I need humor more than I need oxygen. As an author I have to read my own drafts over and over, and I want to be smiling every time. Let someone else corner the market on grim. Let someone else sear your soul or boil your hormones. I want you to take a chuckling ride on a literary race track that&rsquo;s as slick as oiled ice.</p><p>I was motivated to rev up my book-writing engine again while I was a Fellow at The MacDowell Colony. When God decides to rebuild heaven, he (or she) will use The MacDowell Colony as the template.</p><p>I currently divide my time between writing, practicing law, deconstructing wheelchairs and messing with websites. I also have a small sailboat, and often boast that I have never run it hard aground more than twice in one day.</p>