Gary E. Miller ─ the pretentious “E” is to differentiate him from several people who have plagiarized his name – was born and raised in Tillsonburg, Ontario (the tobacco town immortalized in song by Dr. “Stompin’ Tom” Connors) in 1933, the same year as the Beerhall Putsch in Munich (1933 was a bad year for the world).
After graduating from high school, he earned, – or received – a B.A. degree from McMaster University, tried to teach English in high school and university, acquired an M.A. in English, and was part of the greatest marital disaster of the twentieth century.
In 1995 he made his greatest contribution to education by retiring. He began to try to ape the great writers whose works he had taught, producing soporific short stories and poor poetry. Being old, he is old-fashioned and uses rhyme and metre, being especially fond of the sonnet and the limerick.
He lives in the country near Richmond with his second (and better) wife, Donna, two cats, and a beagle who thinks he is a member of the area's resident pack of coyotes.
