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Philip Dole
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AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY Aloha! My pen name is Philip Dole derived from my full legal name- Lunsford Dole Phillips. I have been married to a wonderful Swedish woman for 45 years. I broke my neck 42 years ago, skiing at Sugarloaf in the beautiful state of Maine. I've been a quadriplegic ever since. But my life is full. I have five siblings and am smack in the middle. So I've been little brother and big brother. My father was career military; so we moved every few years. Always being the new kid meant learning how to leave old friends and how to make new ones. I'm an Eagle Scout. I went to a prestigious prep school until I was expelled just short of graduation. I was an athlete and played football freshman year at University of Michigan as a scout team quarterback and defensive back. But my teammates were way better than I. I was never going to see the field. So I joined the Sigma Alpha Epsilon fraternity and became a 70's non-violent anti-war activist. After graduation in 1972 I couldn't stomach more school. I wanted to see the world. So off I was. I outfitted myself for any opportunity- tent, sleeping bag, hammock, frisbee, rubber ball, harmonica, spyglass and even a full dress outfit- dark blue suit, white shirt, red tie and black loafers. I explained it was my "meet the queen" clothes. My aim was to be prepared for whatever might come my way. I bought a $125 student fare steerage ticket on the Cristoforo Colombo of Italy's national transatlantic line and started my journey to wherever life would take me. I left New York, waved goodbye to Lady Liberty from the aft deck and disembarked in Lisbon. My vague destination was sub-Sahara Africa to see animals before they were gone. I walked from Lisbon to Gibraltar. I stayed in Morocco a year. Then I spent another year seeing Europe. I lived another year in Switzerland and then two more years in Sweden where I wooed and married my wonderful wife. We settled in Maine, skied the mountains in winter and sailed the coast in summer. But my catastrophic injury ended our vagabond life. I rehabilitated in Portland by going to law school. However snow-covered sidewalks and wheelchairs are not compatible. So after a year as a prosecutor in York County, we moved to Hawaii. I joined an insurance defense firm and learned I'm a bad employee. It seems I insist on doing things my way. I quit and started my own firm. I hired an associate. That taught me I'm also a bad employer for the very same reason. I guess I'm only fit to be on my own. So I've been a sole practitioner concentrating on civil rights plaintiffs' litigation for 20 years. I started this novel long ago, but it languished in a drawer until the pandemic kept me inside for a year. It's been the perfect chance to get serious about finishing this fast-paced, exciting yarn about appearances and reality that's full of unexpected twists and turns. Viola! I hope you like it.