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I was born in Greenwich Village, New York City, but raised, mostly, by my grandparents in Woodstock, a small town in the Catskill mountains. Midway through sophomore year at Hamilton College, an inner voice said, “Get out!” It seemed crazy, but I knew it was the right thing to do. A fraternity brother told me I'd have no trouble finding work on the shrimp boats in Key West.

A friend and I hitchhiked south. Near the New Jersey line we got a ride with another young guy, Pete. "Where you headed?"

"Florida."

"Me, too," he said. He told us that he'd gotten up before dawn in a small Vermont town, thrown some clothes and a baseball glove in the trunk, left a note on his girlfriend's porch, and taken off. We rocked on down the coast, listening to Brenda Lee, getting warmer each day.
I left my friends near Miami and went on to Key West. When I got there, I walked to the harbor and asked for a job on the first boat I found that had anyone on board. The captain said, “Shrimp season’s over, kid.”

I think he felt sorry for me. He pointed to a rusty shrimper across the water. “He might take you.” I picked up my bag and ran around to the other jetty, arriving just as the boat began to pull away. A man on deck was doing something with a cable. He wore a sweatshirt and had a two-day growth.

“I’m looking for work,” I shouted over the engine. 

“You a winch man?”

The winch occupied a large part of the deck, a complicated assembly of giant gears and levers. The strip of water below my feet widened. It was jump or forget it. I had a vision of winching the boat upside down in the Gulf. I shook my head and walked to the Southern Cross Hotel, a wooden building with white peeling paint and a sign declaring, The Southernmost Hotel in the United States.

I wrote it down in a notebook and have been writing ever since. Along the way I served in the Air Force, earned a degree in computer science from the University of Hawaii, married twice, and raised children. The adventures, the loves and betrayals, the teachers, the lessons---they are in my stories and poems, where, like all writers, I have tried to make of my deeper bio something worthwhile.
 
JMW


Books Published (7 books)


The Shirtpocket Guide to Enlightenment

by John Moncure Wetterau

A brief introduction to meditation and enlightenment. Q: Why should you care about enlightenment? A: Because life hurts. Enlightenment is not a cure for toothache. It frees you from deep anguish, the pain of...

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The Shirtpocket Guide to the Market

by John Moncure Wetterau

The important things to know about investing and the market are in this book. How to apply this knowledge is up to you; no two people will (or should) invest in the same way. Investing is a voyage of self discovery....

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The Shirtpocket MFA: Poetry & Fiction

by John Moncure Wetterau

The Shirtpocket MFA is for anyone who cares about writing. What is "Fine Art?" Who is a poet, and who is a storyteller? What is the writer's responsibility in publishing? This brief essay will remain relevant...

The Book With The Yellow Cover

by John Moncure Wetterau

Note: reformatted with table of contents
 
  This book is modeled on a book of Chinese and Japanese poems that I gave to a friend on the west coast. It was a very small book with a yellow cover, stapled...

On The Road To Dharamsala

by John Moncure Wetterau

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  Most of these poems are from the Big Island of Hawaii and from Dharamsala, at the edge of the Himalayas where the Dalai Lama and many Tibetans are rebuilding...

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by John Moncure Wetterau

Note: edited for italics formatting and a missing paragraph at the close of Chapter 2. Sorry.
 
  A solitary man in a diner on the coast of Maine. A tall beautiful stanger. A whip. A bronze heart. Hawaii....

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Commented on The Book With The Yellow Cover

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wetterau (7 books)
Mon, 17 May 2010 22:33:21 +0200

Thank you, Hadrien. I'll try to improve it. Which format did you read? John