Who is this guy?

 

Leavitt was born in Northern Vermont sometime after the War Between the States. Even as a small child, Leavitt exhibited a stern and serious nature. It seemed that logic was embedded as deeply in his DNA as any Mr. Spock wanna be. As a boy, Leavitt showed a complete lack of imagination and utterly no sense of humor. Surely, everyone speculated, he will strive mightily, and will achieve fantastic success as an accountant, or a government bureaucrat.

Growing up, Leavitt traveled to many places in the U.S. and overseas. Such upheaval and instability may very well have affected many a lad’s education, but young Leavitt kept his nose to the grindstone. He loved all things mundane, all things repetitious.

 

His superb mediocrity shone through despite the travails.

 

Leavitt tried his hand at many vocations, almost too many to list here. He worked in a pizza joint, he painted houses, and he was an automotive mechanic (for a few days). He was a landscaper (lasted longer than the mechanic gig), and he customized vans during the van customization heyday. Leavitt also tried several unorthodox métiers, but already this list has grown tiresome. Eventually though, Leavitt wound up as a computer operator sometime after the Second World War. Here he found a profession that embraced dogged logic, a plodding and monotonous approach, and his by then famous complete lack of imagination.

As a computer geek before anyone ever heard of a computer geek, Leavitt shined. He rose through the ranks until there really wasn’t anywhere else to which to rise (told about that lack of imagination and plodding approach).

Where would Leavitt go now, what would he do? He started a new career, the only other one where his unique talents would come to the fore: sales.

 

Here too, Leavitt’s talents allowed him to soar with the eagles. Ultimately, he became the Managing Director of Sales and Marketing for a billion dollar high tech and engineering services firm (no, really, he even wrote a book about how to do sales in a most efficient and effective manner).

 

And now, once again, Leavitt has found a place where an utter lack of talent, initiative, imagination, and work ethic prevails: Professional Writing.