It all started in 1966 when Tom Bohnhorst at age 14 presented to his parents' Unitarian Church a parody of a well-known poem. It began, “’Twas the night before Christmas when all through the pad, not a cool cat was stirring, know what I mean, Dad?" The congregants howled mightily which made young Tom feel very special. And thus was born a person trying to get a rise out of people with his written word.

Mr. Bohnhorst is a semi-retired social worker and counselor. He is a grandfather, golf addict, fisherman, and CPAP user. He has been a teacher, counselor, carpenter's helper, cherry crop harvester, actor, court order enforcer, newspaper writer, cotton candy maker, and world traveler.

Tom started a blog, Poop Ederim, years ago, and then joined a local writers group. A number of his essays and stories have been published, even a poem. 

Tom lives in Traverse City, Michigan, with his somewhat disloyal dog, Max.