User:Museman~enwiki

Hello Dear Beautiful Planet
My name is Michael "Museman" Just, and I will be writing an autobiography here. First of all, let me say, I believe I am the original Museman. In 1988 when I was musing over making a name for a personalized license plate is when I coined this name; and I still have one of the original license plates. I guard this name as it is sacred to me: it says to me, ''MUSEMAN NAME I AM'

You see when one reads it in reverse, it spells name sum

Needless to say, when I discovered that "name within the name" there was a higher meaning, which I believe to be a gift from above, and still do. With that said, I shall proceed with the autobiography of a redeemed man. - During the year of 1954 -while I gestated within my mother's womb, she was simultaneously tending to the extraordinary medical needs of two other siblings, Julie and Sylvia. Julie -from age 11-12, had been stricken with what we're guessing was some form of Guillain–Barré syndrome; and Sylvia -from age zero to one, underwent several surgeries to repair cleft palette. -- I popped out at 4:56 a.m. on 01/16/1955. My mother named me "Timothy," and I remained such until my father arrived at the hospital. (This is the story, anyway) At which time he had my name changed from Timothy to Michael. I received Richard as a middle name in memorial to my paternal uncle Richard whose life ended at 11months old while in his mother's arms. They were crossing the Atlantic in 1913. She rode the boat here from Germany, with her two sons, Richard 11 months and Marion, 4-years.

As I said, poor little Richard never got to year-1, and poor Marion, he died in 1945. The story goes that while working at Bethlehem Steel he fell into a pool of molten steel, was ladled off, and survived for a few days afterwards. The run of horrible business doesn't end here, though. In fact, as a young man studying psychology and sociology I got to thinking that perhaps there had been a curse placed upon the my ill-fated paternal lineage.