In my life I have forgone careers and career paths for the most part so I could follow my heart, and now I'm almost 2/3 of a century old. By "follow my heart" I mean that I tracked down a massive source of solar energy and to share this information with the world I created Pneumatic Options Research Library in 1979, then AirCarAccess.com in 2002. I am still in touch with the qualified volunteer technical people that this project has attracted to it, but announced my retirement from the technical research due to topic fatigue. The dozens of books I compiled from my research findings have been donated to archive.org for free distribution to anyone who wants them. With the exception of Compressed Air Power Secrets (3rd edition) which donors can have for the asking. An engineer has taken over the technical research, donating his time freely since 2011.
(Photo showing me driving Terry Miller around in Terry's first air car, 1985, Wichita Energy Exposition.)
In the past few years I've turned most of my attention to a new project, a genealogy software program I'm writing called Treebard GPS. The purpose of this software is to demonstrate functionalities that the commercial software has not bothered with, apparently because they were in a hurry to get a product to market and then had to maintain backward compatibility with the unfinished application that was called Version 1 before it was ready. Treebard and its associated website Treebard.com will be totally free and open-source, primarily useful to software developers looking for ideas, but hopefully I'll have time to finish it and put out a Version 1.0 myself someday. I got started on genealogy because I was doing background research on the many inventors of the past who tried to get extended-range air cars built and marketed but couldn't get it done because no one supported solar energy back then.
My writing is considered top notch and professional quality, entertaining, colorful, and engagingly not a rehash of other peoples' work. A peek at my website(s) will confirm this. My purpose is to help people educate themselves. I've been accused of being ahead of my times, so I might as well share what I've learned.
I missed out on a college education since I was busy walking back-and-forth across the US when my parents thought career paths should have been a hotter trail. But since they had long since decided I was nuts, they offered to put me up in a mental institution instead of a college dorm. I declined and kept walking. My parents are now over 90, and still help me financially, but my college-educated, retirement-age siblings don't want me on their do list and I can't blame them.
I tuned and repaired pianos from 1975 to 1997, washing dishes and such in between assignments. I managed Bob Murray's Postal Center in Stockton, California for seven years. At least he let me think I was in charge and refused to fire me enough times that I owe him a huge debt and still dream about him 25 years later. I switched to bookkeeping for a while, then settled on the pizza business where I was eventually designated overqualified and too serious. To be honest, I did enjoy my work considerably too much.
In regards to my so-called social disability, for a while I settled on the "asperger syndrome" category but by now I feel repelled by inhabiting inhibiting categories. I prefer to consider myself a free agent on this planet, a one-of-a-kind skating across the grooves of life. How childish of me, I know, but please explore my YouTube channel thoroughly before you write me off as an adult.
After about 35 odd jobs and piano tuning clientele situations had burned themselves out, I applied for disability and have been receiving a monthly check for about 15 years. My parents can't fill in the gaps forever as they're too old for someone else's problems. I used to sell copies of my air car books, which I made one at a time on photocopy machines, but I have given all this away as ebooks so more people can get at the information. The Pneumatic Options Research Library is now housed at Archive.org.
(Photo from 1990s shows the torquerack air engine I built showing anyone can build a clean engine that runs on air.)
About 13 years ago I moved to the Philippines and live here with my wife and our foster son who is eleven years old. Before he was born we bought him a small lot and I've turned it into a fruit farm which will become productive right around the time I'm too old to take care of it. We live in a house that my wife inherited from her parents, and my parents paid to have it renovated.
I avoid the financial end of self-promotion with confidence because my work is worth paying for whether it's professionally marketed or not. I am not geared to selling myself, not even close. That's not going to change. If you have any doubts about any possible deficits in that regard, that trip to my YouTube channel should convince you that the job market is not pining for me.
Many thanks in advance for any assistance. I love for my work to be noticed, and noticing it with a donation would tickle me pink. All funds will go directly to me and my family of three, for food, medical, house repairs, my son's education, new rubber for our bicycles, a new roof, etc. I live simply, haven't owned or driven a car in over 13 years, and yet I am the one who taught the world how to drive their cars on compressed air and solar energy for free. So I have no qualms about seeking financial assistance on a website that's set up for that purpose. I certainly deserve to be paid for a lifetime of service, and I love and respect those who love and respect my work.
Anyone who wants to see more of me can check out my website(s) linked above, my forum at aircaraccess.proboards.com and treebard.proboards.com, my air car books from the days of Pneumatic Options Research Library at archive.org, or my facebook group on dreaming and lucid living.
Currently I am called "Buddy" by most of the Filipinos in the village where I live. When my son was less than two years old he tried calling me "honey" since he always heard my wife calling me that. I suggested he call me something other than "honey", like "buddy" since that's what I called him. He took me literally and has called me Buddy ever since, and everybody else has followed suit. On my internet forums I am called Uncle Buddy.
Thanks for visiting.
April 25, 2018
edited December 13, 2019