Alfred John Dalrymple

I was born in Portsmouth, New Hampshire in 1933...and attended the oldest primary school in America...the Haven...just west of the Pilgrim's Strawberry Banke place. And I played baseball against Puddle Dock, up the street (that's where the smaller olde boats could pull away from the Piscatequa River's powerful current and drop anchor in a protected pond).

But...my dad was a submariner in WW11...so I'll skip ahead to just before the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. (I was there until a couple weeks before they bombed. Most people felt an approaching threat...and, so, my father sent his family home.)

Went back to Portsmouth, then to Green Cove Springs, Florida, and back to Portsmouth.

I went to a Brooklyn Dodger tryout camp when I was thirteen, and a scout took my name, and said he wanted to follow my progress through school. But that was the last I saw of him, because my dad was yet in the navy and it was time to move on.

I lived in Paquanock (spelling?)Bridge, Conn. for a year when I was ten and Green Cove Springs,Florida, when I was thirteen.

Was in the Us. Army a couple years, during the late-stages of the Korean war. Served in Germany.

In nineteen sixty seven I moved to the Aleutian Islands, to Unalaska/Dutch Harbor, a fishing community...of three hundred souls. Now...in 2016...the usual population is about six thousand. Taught school, fished salmon, halibut, cod...worked for the Unalaska Corporation, and Tribe...was Parks manager ten years. One day my kayak was flipped by a fifty knot gust, and after drifting awhile, an air sac escaped from one end of the craft. As the end sank I would have bet heavily on my imminent demise. But...it gave me something pointed to hold on to. The other end had its air sac in place.

A lot to write about, but being at the Pearl Harbor area seventy four years ago...and nearly sinking into the Bering Sea forty seven years ago is done with...it's a different world for me...in the sense of not wanting to write about it.

During the Korean War I was in Germany, as I said...and we went into Berlin by air, because the Russians controlled land around it. But...I went there to play baseball, so don't be impressed by my military exploits during the few months I was transferred away from my outfit...in order to be an athlete and entertainer. (but I did meet Anneliese, in Berlin)...(and, in Frankurt, I met Doris, so that must be why I don't mind going back to that...and boring you) How can the world be served?

Probably the reader will agree that a brief autobiograpy is not a waste of time, but it shows almost zero of what a person has done, or what he essentially is. Even if a person wrote ten books about different parts of his life, he wouldn't be known very much. Oh, sure...you'd get some of him or her. But, it's better just to get what he or she has to say in his work.

My hair is brown...and I don't gasp for air when escaping a bank robbery (just kidding)...but I might be dead tomorrow. If you read my books before I'm gone, I'll be able to afford taking a bus to the book show...and maybe have a bowl of chili.

Aug.1...2020

My book "Accordance" will be on Amazon. But...on page 11 the paragragh is incorrect:

The entirety of man's mind has "I"...and the parts of it, the cells, molecules, atoms, quarks, etc....also maintain and act according to the laws...as within this "I", this particular entirety.

The above is the way it is supposed to be. Thanks. It would take me 6 months to try to fix it.