[su_box title=”NOTICE” style=”soft” box_color=”#61aea9″ radius=”8″]On several occasions I have received visits at the Imaginactory from people confusing me with a namesake—by all accounts, a rather churlish, sarcastic, unlikeable person with no obvious means of support—who lives in nearby E. Liverpool. To avoid misunderstandings, I am a bachelor with three dogs, the son of Boswell and Madrigal (Sanderling) Wetzel, and my middle name is Sanderling. My doppelgänger has a wife and three children; his middle name is Stephen. [/su_box]
I dislike writing about myself, but people who don’t know me seem interested. People who know me feel the same as I do. I was born on Plane Tree Lane in Sycamore Shadows, Ohio, the only child of Boswell Wetzel, a carpenter by trade, and the former Madrigal Sanderling, my lovely mother, who, because I have revealed her given name, is no longer speaking to me.
Unfortunately for my biography, I had a wonderful childhood. No one beat me, my father never left, my mother wasn’t a drunk, I was never molested by a neighbor, and I always had the necessities of life: food and books. We weren’t wealthy, but I wanted nothing (except more books). I attended Sycamore Shadows High School—go Buttonballs—and after a very brief and spectacularly unsuccessful stint at Castoreum College, did nothing of note, and still haven’t. In 2009, I inherited the former Sanderling-Bowles Pottery from my great-uncle, Phineas Sanderling, renaming it the Imaginactory. I will ever be grateful to Uncle Phineas for making it all possible by by contracting a terminal illness and leaving me his estate.
In 2015, I began writing about Sycamore Shadows.