Neil McKinnon was born at a young age in an old house that is now a funeral parlour. It was June, 1941. War was raging in Europe and Joe Dimaggio was in the middle of a fifty-six-game hitting streak. Neil grew up in Togo, Saskatchewan—to the height of 5 feet 10 inches where he stayed until he was fifty, at which point he started to shrink.
The allies chose Neil’s third birthday to invade France. In 1955 he and a friend left Togo and hitchhiked to Vancouver to seek friendlier pastures. Vancouver was not a friendly pasture for two farm boys with only $20 so they went to Vancouver Island and camped on the kitchen floor of a friend’s apartment.
After a career selling encyclopedias door-to-door Neil landed a job at the PNE where he sold fix-o-gases, unsinkable boats, spray shoeshine, aqua-filter cigarettes, and one-man pool tables. He has never been a lumberjack, steer-wrestler or prizefighter.
He wrote his first story at ten and it remains unpublished. Quick to speak, he runs down slowly and people often leave the room while he is still talking. He is very competitive and once won two cans of fried chicken in a fishing derby. Neil rarely listens when others talk preferring to concentrate on what he is going to say next. As a devout Gemini he is open to erotic possibilities, every year during the month of June.