Theron Salter and the Wolf on the Wall

I was born in the mountain town of Cedar City, Utah, where I grew up as a potato farmer this is where my parents taught me the farm ways. While growing up my first job was as a projectionist at the local movie house. While sitting up above the movie goers in the projection booth I watched great stories night after night seeing visions of places, dimensions, and time travel. I was fascinated with the lure of the mountains, the animals, and a Grand Father that was the last of the real mountain men in the west. To me he was the legendary Cougar Joe. He was a bigger than life story teller in a felt cowboy hat. I didn't know I was being taught to tell a story but I must say I am a product of that visionary crusty ol' cowboy. He along with others influenced me to become a writer. In my youth writing was not a pleasure to me it was difficult because I am dyslexic (that was considered a defect in those days). I found it was more of a gift like superman's ability to bend steel. My super power allows me to see the worlds of Theron Salter in its entirety and to tell his story. I see these worlds in a cube like way with dimension where others can only see a square.As an Engineer I designed machines and found that my dyslexia allowed me to see in my head objects from all sides at the same time where others could not. Sometimes we place limitations on our self and others when they may be a super power if looked at in a different way. Our gifts come in all shapes and sizes and to others they may appear to be a defect but our flaws are usually our most beautiful features.I have always thought the world we see is hiding something just out of our reach, something hovering just out of sight. Science has demonstrated that there are dimensions of existence other than the one in which we reside. And being a sotto scientist myself I wanted to experience what might be around that corner whatever that was. So I began to day dream about the possibilities of that existence. Asking myself are there Mermaids, could Bigfoot exist, and what stops them from being real? I have come to the conclusion that they do exist but maybe not in the exact way we have been taught that they should.In school I was not interested in Standard English classes; I was a poor speller but a great story teller. I was told there was no way I would ever be a writer even by my college professors. As my mother use to say Don, you never listen.I guess I'm just Don a creature of the farm, guardian of the forest, and believer of the power of imagination.