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Baer Charlton

First Ride

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First Ride

He had ridden motorcycles since he was twelve years old, perching on the back of his older brothers for rides bummed to school or just to go riding in the summer. At the earliest age allowed by his parents, he had secured his very own. Through the years, he had owned one kind of bike or another, always moving up and getting larger. Now, after much hard work and saving, it was a six years old 1965 Harley Davidson salvaged from a police auction.

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The Hand, Mind and Written Muscle:  How PTSD & TBI Helps Inspire A Writer Part II

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The Hand, Mind and Written Muscle: How PTSD & TBI Helps Inspire A Writer Part II

All of my disabilities, foibles and peculiarities feed into the process.

My years of jerking cars from wrecks and hauling them across San Jose produced the mundane side of Hooker.

My being overweight, love for cooking and caring for others shows up in Dolly the dispatcher.

My year spent in a wheelchair during college shows up in the retired detective.

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The Hand, Mind and Written Muscle:  How PTSD & TBI Helps Inspire A Writer Part I

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The Hand, Mind and Written Muscle: How PTSD & TBI Helps Inspire A Writer Part I

The biggest single event concerning both TBI and PTSD would have to be my being hit by a truck while standing on the side of the road. This was a huge shock to me, as up until that time, I was proof-positive that I was almost bullet proof, or at least invincible. Double digits of surgeries later, I can tell you that I wasn’t. Well, not quite.

One of the few things I can remember was clawing my way back up to look over the guardrail to the tiny ants below on their own road.

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