I'm Lonnie Dee Robertson. I was born long ago in mist shrouded antiquity(although I guess that should be evident). My nativity occurred in Harbel, Liberia West Africa. My mother was pregnant up until the exact moment I was delivered so I didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. I pretty much had to do what she wanted but I did not mind for throughout her pregnancy we had been very close.
Due to my youth and inexperience at the time of my birth I was rudely excluded from the decision making process as to where I would be raised. Apparently since my parents were already in Liberia they thought; "What the Hell, we'll raise the little blighter here." So it came to pass.
Upon completion of the seventh grade I had almost exhausted the Ed. Programme at the Firestone Staff School in Harbel. The school curriculum comprised only the first through eighth grades... as based upon the Ohio school system in the USA. Further education could only be secured offshore.
So... for reasons still incomprehensible to me... during the eighth grade I tragically agreed to incarceration a military school in the great American Midwest. Transferring from Harbel Liberia to a military academy is tantamount to being dragged screaming and naked out of a warm bed and then hurled bodily into a vat of ice water surrounded by demons flailing you with cudgels, chains and whips.
The following year my sentence was mercifully commuted and I gratefully matriculated at a school in the Swiss Alps. I was much more comfortable there. Having already established a pattern of wandering I pirouetted from school to school all the way from there through college. I went to too many schools to enumerate. Actually there are probably some of them I don't even remember.
Nothing good came of all this education (except that I didn't end up in Viet Nam... I was invited but previous commitments made it impossible for me to accept... sorry Lyndon).
I ended up as an artist... so what good would an education have been anyway? Art for me takes three forms; writing, music and last and most bizarre, woodworking and sculpture.
Since I lacked the appropriate education and motivation necessary to secure a productive job I have made my living... if you can ennoble it by calling it that... as a musician and entertainer. I wrote articles for magazines etc. so I could afford icing on the cake. The involvement with wood I pretty much kept to myself. I used it to keep my boats afloat and to make their interiors absurdly fancy.
To add further to my credentials as a misfit I live on a boat. Through deviousness and manipulation I have even managed to convince my wife Jinna to live on a boat too. No one is, after all, free of sin. To be truthful I have lived on three boats. I think I finally have it right this time.
I have just published The Borealis... a true story of living aboard while restoring a 90 year old wood boat. Within its pages I have confessed the true chronicle of my 30 years living aboard and restoring a decrepit wooden sailboat... all the while becoming decrepit myself.
Jinna and I currently live and cruise aboard our Bristol trawler, M/V Margaret Ashton. She allows us to move from place to place while we perform music and write books and articles in an apparently futile attempt to make a living.
At least it's not lonesome on the boat. In addition to Jinna and I our crew of eight Chihuahuas keep each other company. The dogs promote Jinna's and my athletic abilities while we avoid stepping on them... particularly when it is a bit rough on the sea. The Chihuahuas fitness programme involves trying to stay out of our way as we move about the boat!
Although the boat keeps us busy we still have plenty of time to devote to writing... I'm working on the second (and last) book in the Borealis story and Jinna is in the middle of her latest book dealing with the care and rewards of travelling with a lot of dogs on board. We also manage to keep up with our music. I play the guitar and the Renaissance lute... Jinna plays the bass and the bowed psaltery. Together, in our duo "TropiCelts" we perform a repertory of over four thousand pieces of music... but we like to specialize in Celtic when we can.
Lonnie Dee Robertson