About Me

Awkward Third Person Bio...

Ronald N. Guy Jr. is a happily married father of two residing in Southern Maryland. He graduated from Towson University in 1995 and earned a MBA from Florida Institute of Technology in 1998. He married his bride in 2002 and welcomed two children in the years thereafter.  Ronald is a passionate writer with 16 years of professional experience and over 500 original published works (100% artificial intelligence free) covering a wide variety of topics.  

In addition to writing, Ronald enjoys sports, music, cooking, brewing beer, environmental causes, history, keeping busy, pondering life's purpose and, most of all, striving to be a better dad for his kids. He reads mostly biographies, classic fiction and anything by Hunter S. Thompson. He is an ordained Dudeist priest, plays a passable bass guitar and is awful on acoustic guitar. Music is never far from his ear; craft beer is never far from his lips. His favorite household chore is running to the recycling center; his least favorite is everything else. His perfect day ends with a hug from his kids, a few quiet moments of reflection and the opportunity to do it all again.  

Ronald has a deep, and perhaps undeserved and unfounded, faith in humanity - that eventually enough of us will do the right the thing, and that we'll figure out our common human existence and produce an increasingly just world.  Yes, Ronald is a dreamer, but he's convinced he is not the only one.  Many things worry Ronald - gun violence, global warming, political strife, the nation's debt and anti-democratic global antagonists.  All "isms" make Ronald very, very angry.  See, Ronald likes to hug trees, and if he could give the world a big hug too, he would.

Humble Beginning...

I spent most of my formative years struggling to discover something - anything - I could do well and that might offer some level of financial stability. I was decent at sports, but not good enough to parlay a series of sneakers, cleats, sweat-soaked jerseys and jockstraps into a scholarship, much less a career.

My high school grades were sufficient to get me into college, but my performance across a myriad of subjects hadn't revealed a clear - or any - career path. After flailing around for two years with an "undeclared" major, a positive experience in an entry-level economics class nudged me toward the business disciplines. Finally...a path forward. Thank you, Econ 101.

As I snaked through the business curriculum at Towson University, I took several classes with an Economics professor named Irvin Weintraub. When registering for classes, I sought him out. I admired his ability to illuminate economic concepts with practical, real-world examples. He was a great storyteller.

I met with Professor Weintraub after the first semester of my senior year to retrieve a final exam. It had been an essay test - four or five questions, a composition book and 50 minutes to make or break your semester. Yikes. Where for are thou oh great multiple choice test???

I know, I'm dating myself with the composition book reference...it was 1994, okay? Anyway, I arrived at his office on edge. Theoretically, I was going to graduate in about six months and I had no room for failure. Professor Weintraub made eye contact with me as I arrived at his office door and muttered a gravelly, "Ahhh...Guy." 

After flipping through his stack of composition books he pulled mine and handed it to me. Before I had an opportunity to end the suspense and confirm my grade, he asked bluntly, "Guy...what do you want to do with your life?" I was 21 years old. Frankly, I had no idea what I wanted to do over winter break, much less my life. I figured such an honest reply might not be received well, so I muttered something about loving sports and working in the front office of a professional franchise one day. He offered a wry grin and a few supportive words. Then he paused and said, "Well, whatever you do, you can write."  Huh? I can? Who knew?

I got an "A" on the exam and Professor Weintraub had jotted down a few kind words. I went to his office that day desperately seeking a decent grade; I left with a nugget of knowledge and a psychological pat on the back that I have never forgotten. The universe...what an amazing place. Thanks Professor Weintraub.

My Inspirations

Leonard Thompson wrote humorous quips for a local Maryland paper many years ago. Victoria Plank wrote extensively about her long, brave battle with breast cancer. Her profound thoughts on the power and fragility of life are fuel for the human spirit.
Mr. Thompson was my grandfather. Ms. Plank was my mother-in-law. They are my inspirations. I chase their standard with every written word...