Rod and Quill

some personal details: >> to fill in gaps

The Dusty Miller, an old standby from Ray Bergman's book, Trout

The part that everyone has been waiting for is here. On this page. You know it. You want to know just who the heck would go to all this trouble in creating all these pages to talk about something like fly fishing for trout.

Well, I'm here to tell you.

I saw a need and decided to fill it. And I wanted to do it in style (pun is welcome). You see, this site is a place not only for personal expression of opinions on anything I feel like talking about, but also a place where I can mess around with learning CSS and XHTML to produce standards compliant web pages. And no, I don't feel like supporting ancient, outmoded, browsers like Netscape 4.x or any version of IE before 5 (bad enough in itself, except for the Mac flavor).

Now, if I can just find somebody willing to pay me for doing it, I'll be set.

Name: Mark Szymanski
Address: Clinton, SC
Profession: Computer Technician, but as you may have seen in another article , I also used to be a professional forester.
Interests: (c'mon now) fly fishing for trout, writing about it, photography, backpacking, and then there's music (from the 60's folk era), chess, bicycle riding, and most definitely messing with computers.
email me: mts@rodandquill.com

Now as far as any deeper background goes, suffice it to say that I was raised in Greensboro, North Carolina. At the age of 15, we moved to Johnson City, Tennessee, where it was that I was introduced to and learned about the subject I prefer to write about, trout fishing. I interrupted my education at East Tennessee State University (go Bucs) in Pre-forestry to enlist in the Navy for 6 years. This allowed me to pick up a great background in electronics, which is where this curious mixture of knowledge and abilities is explained.

Completing my military obligations in 1975, I made my way to South Carolina where my parents had moved after I enlisted. But I found them anyway. After a week of laying on the couch at my parents house, my oldest sister got me to apply at a technical college to teach part-time at night in their Industrial Electronics department. That's where I met Rhee, my wife.

It happened to be in Pendleton, South Carolina, and since that was next door to Clemson, I decided to finish my college education (what a Great Idea!). It also had the advantage of being pretty close to the Chattooga River (of Deliverance fame), where I have since spent considerable time. Not nearly as much as I could wish, but I'll take what I can get. And I intend to get more and more as I go on. The kids are grown, one is gone, and it's time to make up for lost time.

More to come...stay tuned.

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