Terry SweeneyIn the year that Dwight Eisenhower was re-elected President, Congress approved the Highway Act, which allowed for construction of the U.S. interstate highway system and Elvis Presley's had two number one hits, Don't Be Cruel and Hound Dog for eleven eeks in a row, I was born. I was the eighth child, having lost a brother and sister before I was born, of what would eventually be 12 children, to then Col. Charles W. Sweeney and Major Dorothy Sweeney. My father was the pilot who dropped the second atomic bomb on Nagasaki, Japan, ending the Second World War. I was born at St. Margaret's hospital in Boston, MA., went to Catholic schools, eventually being commissioned a second lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps upon graduation from college. I spent nearly seven years of active duty, and two years of reserve duty with the Marine Corps, flying F-4 or RF-4 aircraft, as a RIO, out of El Toro, CA., until I left the military to become a stock broker in 1988. At the age of 34, I married and had six beautiful children with my then wife, two boys and four girls, who are all now adults. My wife divorced me after 25 years of marriage, so I'm currently single...but looking (ha ha). I ended up starting my own company 20 years ago, assisting people and small companies who had leveraged too much debt into reasonable payment solutions. I am currently retired in Laguna Beach California, where I write books for a hobby. When I am not writing--and even when I am--I always have music playing on my surround sound home theater network, from the 50s jazz and blues era through, 60's and 70's rock and roll, to the 90s and the alternative pop rock era. Music, for sure, is my love and passion, and feel extremely blessed to have been brought up in the best time ever for musical artists. That, and growing up listening to WBCN in Boston, with Charles Laquidara (The Blue Mattress show), his gameshow, Mishigas (Yiddish for craziness) The Cosmic Muffin, Daryl Martini, and then at 10:00 am the switch over to Tommy Hadges for another 4 hours of just perfect music. No to mention all the little places on Boylston Street like the Jazz Workshop or Paul's Mall, where my sister and I saw Harold Melvin and the Bluenotes and the like, when we were 16 and 15 respectfully. As far as music, we had it all. Pure bliss. Read More Read Less