About Harvey

Harvey Tate[I] was born in Uniontown, Pennsylvania, and raised in the Canton section of East Baltimore, Maryland. After graduating from California University of Pa. and obtaining a master’s from Towson University, I lived in Anne Arundel County, MD, for forty seven years and worked in several high schools. My career began as a biology teacher and eventually I moved into high school administration. After retiring, my wife Susan and I moved to Mechanicsville, VA. I began writing to answer the question, “What are you doing now?” I answer that I am the author of six novels and former president of the Hanover Chapter of the Virginia Writers Club. I admit to the guilty pleasure of searching for “real” coffee shops and enjoying time with my family.

For the past decade and one half I’ve been indulging myself by putting words together into readable bits. I love to read and always have. In the long ago, those years between 1945 and 1994, I read books, magazines, and newspapers as if they were pistachio nuts, tossing away the shell to get to the meat, one nut after another. In an emergency, soup cans or bottles of cleanser would suffice. Occasionally I’d put aside a book, an article, or some reading material that would touch me significantly. My obsession increased my carbon footprint and the Rain Forest paid a heavy price. Now, in real time I have a cell phone, Kindle, Nook, or Android tablet at the ready. I’m not sure if I’ve reduced my carbon consumption, but I know the trees are a little safer.

With little training and lots of enthusiasm I decided to combine the elements of writing into a personal hobby. As real readers well know, exercising your mind can be addictive. It has the same elements you might find in a long distance runner’s pursuit of well-being, of course without the pain, sweat, or healthy side effects. Exercising your mind gives a similar rush. Nothing in your body works in isolation. I am not sure which part of the process I enjoy most, reading, writing or research. If I can reach out to another person and write words that elevates someone’s personal chemistry, then I have met an obligation placed on me by my father. Raymond’s attitude toward living a good life was to love your fellow man. Indeed, a difficult task. Writing makes me reflect, rejoice, remember, and regret. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Here is a list of my significant reads:

Fighting the Flying Circus by Eddie Rickenbacker
Schindler’s List by Thomas Keneally
Killer Angels by Michael Shaara
The Endless Journey by Loren Eiseley
Bartlett’s Roget’s Thesaurus
Anything by Ray Bradbury
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne
Zen Flesh Zen Bones compiled by Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki
The Catcher Was a Spy by Richard Dawidoff
Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence
The Leatherstocking Tales by James Fennimore Cooper
The Universal Baseball Association, Inc., J. Henry Waugh, Prop. By Robert Coover
The Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff
Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
O Pioneers! By Wila Cather

(Please stop me)