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Gary Lukatch
Gary Lukatch was born in St. Louis, Missouri, before the term “Baby Boomer” was coined. He has lived in eight American states and two foreign countries. Upon graduating from the Un...mehr sehenGary Lukatch was born in St. Louis, Missouri, before the term “Baby Boomer” was coined. He has lived in eight American states and two foreign countries. Upon graduating from the University of Missouri, he served in the US Army and was awarded the Good Conduct Medal. He then spent 29 years in the financial industry in California, New Mexico, Texas and Nevada. In 1999 he quit his job, sold his house, car and furniture, got a tattoo, and moved to Budapest. He now teaches English to the business people of Hungary.
He is also the author of one other work, To Úr With Love, a semi-autobiographical jaunt through his second life. In addition, he has written many C&W song lyrics, sadly all unpublished and unsung (literally and figuratively), including such should-be classics as: If You Can’t Live Without Me How Come You Aren’t Dead; If Fingerprints Were Left On Skin I Wonder Whose I’d Find On You; and the crowd-pleasing The Ballad of Onan.
He has been inside an Egyptian pyramid, visited an Istanbul Turkish Bath, backed up quickly from the snake charmers in Marrakech, crewed an America’s Cup racing yacht and climbed the Leaning Tower of Pisa. He has visited the still-dead-but-looking-really-good V.I. Lenin in Moscow’s Red Square. He has been a weight-lifting champion, floated in the Dead Sea, and eaten “haggis reeking, wi’ bashed neeps.” His name is on an Olympic brick in Atlanta, Georgia. He has scuba-dived in Cozumel and skied Mt. Etna. He even taught English in Oxford, England. He once owned a goat, but he NEVER owned a Leisure Suit. He can often be found at The Stage Pub in Budapest, quaffing his Guinness and singing karaoke.
For those of you who are REALLY interested, he can be contacted at:
Teachrman@yahoo.com.
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Bücher von Gary Lukatch
Bankers' Hours: An Exciting Reminiscence of the 1970S When Men Were Men and Savings & Loans Were Solvent