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C. J. Krieger
C. J. Krieger has had a varied life. In his sixty-five years his travels have taken him to an incredible number of places and accomplishments.
Back in the late 60’s and early 70’s...показать большеC. J. Krieger has had a varied life. In his sixty-five years his travels have taken him to an incredible number of places and accomplishments.
Back in the late 60’s and early 70’s C. J. was a writer of spiritual music, music which is has touched many lives and still being played to this day!
He has been elected five times to several Martial Arts Halls of Fame (Including the World Hall of Fame) and for his ability to instruct others and his contributions in furthering the knowledge of the Asian Fighting Arts.
C.J.’s ability and expertise in the satellite communications field was called upon to design the original Satellite Television System for Camp David as well as help build WSTR-TV Channel 64 (Boston’s UHF Television System) and later the distribution system for Cablevision of Boston.
For the last 32 years, C. J. has worked as a Licensed Massage Therapist, whose abilities have become celebrated. Where no one else has been able to help, C.J. has succeeded in bringing relief to those who have not been able to find it elsewhere. Time Out Magazine in New York City had called him one of the 5 best residential therapists in the city, and after moving to Woodstock New York, Hudson Valley Magazine called him the best therapist in the Hudson Valley!
These days, aside from massage, C. J. writes poetry. And not “just” poetry, but the kind that reaches out and touches the reader’s heart. He has a knack of pulling you in and just when you think all is over, he manages to give the story a little twist that makes you want to smile or laugh or somehow touch us in a very special way.
It’s funny, but as I am sitting here thinking about all that he has done, I wonder, what new venture he will be doing next?показать меньше
Книги автора C. J. Krieger
Leaving Woodstock by Walking Backwards: Poems I Forgot to Write