About A Life of Dates:
Could you figure out what you were doing on each and every day of your life? David Florig set out to do just that – and failed miserably. How could he possibly know what he was doing on some random date in January, 1965?
Undeterred, he set out to recreate his life from those dates that he did know – like the day that his mother’s ashes ended up in the car wash vacuum cleaner and the day he saw Elvis and the day he became embroiled in Papergate and the day that Playboy photos made their appearance in his high school play. Beginning with his birth to an unwed teenage mother that he never knew to his adoption to growing up on the mean streets of Haddon Township, New Jersey to retirement in Maine, A Life of Dates chronicles an amazingly ordinary life filled with extraordinary people.
From winning a hotly-contested student council election, to suffering Cold Water Shock. to falling off his roof, to losing his pet pigeon, Florig recalls a life of unbounded joy, heartbreaking loss, bed bugs, long-lost friends, heckling Richard Nixon . . . and family, some of whom he knew and many of whom he didn’t. Out of all of that, perhaps the only lesson he truly learned is to avoid poison ivy at all costs.
Told with warmth, humor, a touch of sarcasm, and a whole lot of wistfulness, A Life of Dates is 100% true – at least in Florig’s mind.
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Author Bio:
David Florig is the author of . . . well, nothing, really, before this. No novels, poems, biographies, graphic novels, or even novellas. He did have a couple of short stories published in his high school literary magazine and a couple of legal articles published in trade journals, though, if that counts.
The product of a teenage out-of-wedlock pregnancy, and growing up on the mean streets of Haddon Township, New Jersey, he misguidedly set out to see if he could figure out what he was doing on each and every day of his life, which is nearly 25,000 days. That attempt failed miserably. The result is A Life of Dates, a stream-of-consciousness journey through a pretty darn normal life, full of great joy, overwhelming sadness, sheer stupidity, some poison ivy and just one fall off of a roof.
David practiced law for far too long and left the practice before it claimed what was left of his soul. And he recently took up curling.
He lives in Maine with his adoring wife of 34 years, Nancy, and their two ill-mannered dogs, Erin and Molly.