(A Nose Is a Nose, Is a Nose) My doctor told me my nose had a deviated septum, which meant it was crooked inside and its outside was a perfect match. My nose was so crooked it looked as if I was always trying to smell something on my left cheek, so I kept that side of my face extra clean so people wouldnt get the wrong idea.
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About the Author
Patrick is native of Salt Lake City, Utah, where he has lived since his birth in 1943. He graduated from High School and attended Trade Colleges specializing in brick masonry, welding, and cosmetology. Yes, he was a licensed hairdresser, plus a firearms dealer at one time, but he remained an employee of a local copper smelter where he worked for over thirty-five years before contracting cancer. He was forced to retire. Patrick remains optimistic about his disease and enjoys the little things in life, which are often overlooked and not appreciated for their significance and beauty. He holds that: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder—who has watchful eyes.” His hobbies are collecting antique guns, pocketknives, padlocks, and clown dolls, which he feels are a reflection of his inner-self. He has written three books (this being his third) on woe’s lighter side, entitled “Humorous Tales of Woe” (winner of the 2004 League of Utah Writers prestigious Golden Quill Award), “More Humorous Tales of Woe” (2006 League of Utah Writers Publication Award) and this, his most recent “The Brighter Side of Woe.” All his stories are true and actual experiences he’s had in his life. While reading them, you may ask yourself, “How can one person be so susceptible to such humorous tales of woe?” Patrick asks, “Isn’t everyone?”