Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Consulting |
| Occupation | Consultant/poet/author/blogger |
| Location | Costa Mesa, CA, United States |
| Introduction | Raised in a small fishing village in Alaska, Petersburg,in the 40's and 50's. Returned in the 60's to fish commercially on purse seiners for six summers. Graduate of Stanford class of 69 with great distinction, Yale Law School class of 72, For many years an experienced, efficient, and creative lawyer and adviser providing venture capital, corporate and transactional legal services to start-ups and emerging private and public companies. Published poet, customized poems for memorable events, creator of Ridley's Believe It Or Not--This Day in History (daily factoids, holidays, quotes and often a short poem), and daily tweets in 140 iambic bytes on news of day and in the process of publishing North to Alaska--Islands of Stability in Seas of Change. Contact me have created a unique customized poem for any memorable event or to impress a loved one networking events. mridley@octechlaw.com, www.octechlaw.com, linkedin.com/in/octechlaw.com, twitter.com/alaskanpoet, www.alaskanpoetcommentator.blogspot.com, www.alaskanpoethistory.blogspot.com |
| Interests | preserving a noble life style of the Alaskan fisherman and poet, preserving Amtrak long distance sleeper cars, assisting entrepreneurs, tweeting in 140 iambic on my twitter account alaskanpoet, being proud of my 4 children, creating for sale customized poems commemorating events |
| Favorite Movies | Saving Private Ryan, Paths of Glory, Cross of Iron |
| Favorite Music | Credence Clearwater, 60's rock, Johnny Horton North to Alaska, bagpipes |
| Favorite Books | The Last Battle, A Bridge Too Far, Lost Victories, Operation Barbarosa |
Well, maybe they don't need them, but don't you think that some fish might like a bicycle?
It would be time for our seiners to go on strike, if our salmon now could pedal along in bikes, on the bottom with 10 speeds, They would fly past the seine with all the swiftness they would need...we poets and seiners of yore, would be left paning and mining for golden ore.