Chuck Sigars has been writing his weekly column for Beacon newspapers, “Chuck’s World,” since 2001. You would think he’d be better at it by now.
Born in southern California in 1958, Chuck grew up mostly in Phoenix, Ariz. before moving to the Pacific Northwest in 1983.
An award-winning college actor and playwright (very small awards, some of them only theoretical), Chuck soon turned his attention to becoming an inept father, husband and homeowner, mining his misadventures for public amusement.
He is the father of two children, Beth (27) and John (22), and has been married to Julie Kae Sigars, a musician, college professor and Presbyterian minister (someone in the family had to have a real job), since 1983.
Chuck is the author of three books, "The World According to Chuck" (2004), "Mr. Chuck Explains It All" (2007), and "50 Is The New Nothing" (2011), which can be found languishing in the cellar at Amazon.com or in a couple of bookstores in Texas.
A new quasi-memoir, "Learning to Walk," is scheduled to be published in early summer 2012, assuming he finishes it and/or figures out what he wants to be when he grows up.
Chuck has a website (www.chucksigars.com), a blog, and half a dozen email addresses, although he can usually be reached at email@example.com.
Or you can often find him in his backyard, trying to start his lawnmower and acknowledging the superior life form status of blackberry brambles. Try not to sneak up on him; he spooks easily.
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By Chuck Sigars - Oct 29I like you. I want to get that out front. I really do. In a general sense, I mean. I generally like people. I’m obnoxiously curious, and over the ...
By Chuck Sigars - Oct 15My parents gave me a watch as a high school graduation gift in 1976. It was a conversation piece, that watch, and very cool, using LED lights and ...
Oct 22At Muroc Field in the high desert country of California, about 70 miles north of Los Angeles, near the adjoining towns of Lancaster and Palmdale, ...
By Chuck Sigars - Oct 08“Those weeds aren’t going to pull themselves,” I thought, but that only led to a solid 10 minutes of imagining a self-destructing weed. I was on a ...