John Harris.  I own this cyberspace.  And I'm a stubborn and obstinate old geezer; way past having his mind changed about things that matter in the world, so if you run across anything while browsing around here that doesn't suit you just right, well, don't let the door hit you in the behind on the way out.  Or, if you feel that strongly about something, you can drop me an email (by clicking on [IMAGE] or go to my feedback form.

Who am I?  I'm a hale fellow, well met; bon vivant, gourmet chef, and international cyclone chaser of great renown.  I was born and raised in Mississippi and proclaim my Southern  heritage proudly (both of my grandfathers worked the land), but I've been all around this great big world and I've lived in quite a few places, thanks to the generosity of my dear Uncle Sam.  You can find pictures of some of those places here.

At one time, I was the youngest weekly newspaper editor in the state of Mississippi.   I've delivered papers, hopped cars, cleaned roofs, tossed mail, and sold ladies shoes.  I've flown into forest fires, typhoons, hurricanes and unfriendly fire.  I've been hanging out on the Internet since it was called Arpanet and I do not suffer ignorance nor stupidity lightly.

I can carry a tune without the benefit of a bucket and I know most of the words to about a million tunes.  I can change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, and fight efficiently. When the time comes, I hope that I can die gallantly. I can finish concrete, set tile, hammer a nail, and fix a bicycle with nothing but a screwdriver and a pair of pliers.

My wife, Charlene, and I have been married since December 4th, 1970.