I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York by a family of distance – impaired Polish Gypsies who thought they were living in a suburb of New York. All the books in my college library had been donated by a Lisbon benefactor and were in Portuguese. The only exception was the Annotated Sherlock Holmes. I was hooked, and even though my college work suffered, I became a lifelong fan of the Master Detective.
I convinced a young lady to marry me by telling her it was a requirement to pledge a sorority and even though she was quite annoyed after discovering the truth, she has been my wife ever since. When I began going to scion meetings, she was happy that I found some nice people to play with and also that it got me out of the house and not underfoot.
My fellow Sherlockians tolerate me since I buy them nougat and Anchor Steam beer. They are wonderful folks, even though their choice of companions is questionable, and I am a better person for it. I worked for 5 different government organizations for roughly 30 years, and the Canon helped me to make the processing of forms by the public as murky and confused as Lestrade is, early in a case.
I am now retired and spend my days calling old friends and selling subscriptions to Armadillo Monthly, a quarterly publication helping people to raise armadillos in their basement and then harvesting and selling their shells as jewelry to unsuspecting tourists.