Surprising Revelations

                                                          By Jeff Salter

            A short list of details about me which might surprise even people who know me.  Hmm.  Where to begin?

            Though my own memories are understandably cloudy about these incidents, I’m told that I “nearly drowned” (as a toddler) when I waded into – or fell into – a campus pond at Mississippi State University when my Dad was director of the BSU there.  I no longer recall who leapt into rescue me, but I’ve often insisted it was a comely coed.  Ha.
            About a year or two later (in Chicago), I “nearly drowned” in Lake Michigan.  I’d seen a stringer of fish (tethered to the bank, I believe) and reached into the water to touch them.  My depth perception was skewed (so they were deeper than I presumed) and I toppled into the cold water.  At the time I first ‘recorded’ this incident, I still remembered looking up through the water at my Dad, who pulled me out.  I was not yet in kindergarten during that Illinois residency.

            I’m fond of startling people by saying I was bitten by a snake when I was in 6th or 7th grade.  That typically gets a lot of attention … until I explain it was a water snake that I’d bought from a reptile zoo tourist attraction somewhere on the Gulf Coast.  And the only reason he bit me was that I got a little spooked when he tried to crawl up my shirtsleeve, so I pulled him backwards hurriedly.  Crikey!  Since snakes don’t have hands to grab hold with, that sapsucker panicked and BIT me!  To make matters worse, when I tried to pull him off, his fangs clamped down even harder!  I had to wait until he was sure it was safe enough to “spit me out” (so to speak).

            My equine tales usually make a greater impact:  I’ve been bucked off one horse and knocked off another horse by a tree limb … while riding ‘double’ behind a buddy (yeah, just like in the Three Stooges).
            A third horse reared back so far that he lost balance and fell right on top of me!  Spread-eagled!  Yep … true story.  Surprisingly, no broken bones (for me or the horse).

            When I was a kid, I jumped off the roof of our family house … just so I could say I did.  But then I was too chicken to tell anybody (until many years later) because I figured I’d get into trouble.
           I’ve fallen out of more trees than I can count, but one time I fell from a higher branch and landed on a lower branch.  In the process, I blacked-out.  Strange business … falling.

            Most people who know me already realize that I spent nearly a year stationed at Thule AB in Northwest Greenland, about 700 miles above the Arctic Circle … and some 900 miles from the North Pole.
            But not many people fully comprehend that such an assignment means that I lived in total darkness for some 60 days and nights.  Arctic Night[I no longer recall the exact number of days.]  But, anyway, that’s just the part which was completely black … not counting about 30 days at the beginning of that period when sunlight incrementally dwindles down to a few minutes during 24 hours.  And not counting about 30 days at the end of that period in which sunlight incrementally increases from just a few minutes daily to – finally – a regular ‘full’ day of sunshine.
            Lots of guys spent most of that time drunk or stoned (when off duty, of course).  I was a bit more productive:  I went to movies nearly every evening, played a LOT of ping pong … and wrote poetry which amazed me in its quality and quantity.
            The flip side of Arctic Night – these days called Polar Night, I think – is the summer’s Midnight Sun, when people at that latitude experience sunlight for 24 hours a day … for about the same number of days as the Arctic Night had total darkness.
            In both of those extremes, it was disorienting to not have ANY visual clues whether it was A.M. or P.M.  And the Midnight Sun was really harsh on those highly intoxicated guys who staggered out of the NCO club at 1 a.m. … into the blaring sunlight!

            Those are a few of my surprising secrets.  What is one of YOURS?


About Jeff Salter

Currently writing romantic comedy, screwball comedy, and romantic suspense. Fourteen completed novels and four completed novellas. Working with three royalty publishers: Clean Reads, Dingbat Publishing, & TouchPoint Press/Romance. "Cowboy Out of Time" -- Apr. 2019 /// "Double Down Trouble" -- June 2018 /// "Not Easy Being Android" -- Feb. 2018 /// "Size Matters" -- Oct. 2016 /// "The Duchess of Earl" -- Jul. 2016 /// "Stuck on Cloud Eight" -- Nov. 2015 /// "Pleased to Meet Me" (novella) -- Oct. 2015 /// "One Simple Favor" (novella) -- May 2015 /// "The Ghostess & MISTER Muir" -- Oct. 2014 /// "Scratching the Seven-Month Itch" -- Sept. 2014 /// "Hid Wounded Reb" -- Aug. 2014 /// "Don't Bet On It" (novella) -- April 2014 /// "Curing the Uncommon Man-Cold -- Dec. 2013 /// "Echo Taps" (novella) -- June 2013 /// "Called To Arms Again" -- (a tribute to the greatest generation) -- May 2013 /// "Rescued By That New Guy in Town" -- Oct. 2012 /// "The Overnighter's Secrets" -- May 2012 /// Co-authored two non-fiction books about librarianship (with a royalty publisher), a chapter in another book, and an article in a specialty encyclopedia. Plus several library-related articles and reviews. Also published some 120 poems, about 150 bylined newspaper articles, and some 100 bylined photos. Worked about 30 years in librarianship. Formerly newspaper editor and photo-journalist. Decorated veteran of U.S. Air Force (including a remote ‘tour’ of duty in the Arctic … at Thule AB in N.W. Greenland). Married; father of two; grandfather of six.
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12 Responses to Surprising Revelations

  1. Tonya Kappes says:

    Jeff, all I can say. . .you ARE all boy!!!


  2. Meg Mims says:

    Oh man… my life is dull as dishwater in comparison. Good thing you didn’t fall into Lake Superior. You’d have turned into a frozen Smurf-sicle before Dad could rescue you. I tumbled down a sand hill once. Big whoop.


  3. Tonette says:

    Oh, no, you’re not tricking me into revelations,Mr.Salter! I have to comment on yours, though.
    Be careful around water…I nearly drowned at 4 and I used to risk goigout on boats without life jackets (wrong!), but they say that people who nearly drown are cheaters of death and that the water will try to reclaim them…there’s somehting to give you nightmares about! My tomboy aunt had a lot of narrow escapes much like your fall, in one broke a rib after falling from a tree.(Her petticoat got stuck on a branch). The rib never got set (because she wouldn’t tell her parents;, as you understand) and it re-grew crossed-over another.I guess your head suffered no such permanent injury.
    YOU need to be careful around animals!
    Lastly, good for you staying straight and sober.You should make a collection of the poems “From An Arctic Night” or the like.I’d love to read them.There aren’t many as poets around as there used to be.


    • jeff salter says:

      thanks, Tonette.
      I actaully have published a couple of the Arctic poems … but in small magazines.
      Now, I don’t claim to have remained completely sober the whole year up there, but compared to some of my buddies, I was a tee-totaller.


  4. Laurie Ryan says:

    I’m with Tonette. I’m not divulging a thing! 🙂 Except maybe that I’m glad your survived your childhood so we could all meet you. And to ask a question. I’m a bit of a Northern Lights freak and have only seen them once on a trip to Alaska. Did you get to see them regularly in Thule? If so, I’m quite jealous. 🙂


    • jeff salter says:

      we couldn’t see the n. lights at all in Thule, Laurie. It was explained to me, by our base weather guy that we too far north to see them. I know that sounds odd. But they involve some sort of reflection and I guess we were just in the wrong spot to see it


  5. After reading this, I can’t think of a solitary thing you’d want to read about. I’m amazed you lived to adulthood. You’ve got plenty of experiences to draw on for your poems and stories!


    • jeff salter says:

      LOL, Patricia. Still plenty to read about. I’m a lot more varied these days, but I used to primarily devour what I call “international intrigue” — a la Jack Higgins, Frederick Forsythe, the earliest books of Robt. Ludlum, etc.
      But, yeah, pretty amazing that I’ve lived as long as I have. I didn’t even mention riding on an elephant (twice), riding on a huge tortoise / turtle, and holding a 6 ft boa constrictor when I was in grade school. I’ve also flown inside two diff. helicopters … and a cargo plane (in which I STOOD behind the pilot as he landed on a glacier).


  6. Crikey! You’re lucky to be alive long enough to meet all the wonderful foxes on this blog!!

    And I almost drowned, too when I was five. Something else in common! LOL!


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