About the
author
I was born as Roland Orn Scott, III in
Goodland Kansas and until I was three, I
lived in a farm shack that had no
electricity, plumbing or telephone on a
section of land which my father purchased
from his parents who owned the Scott
Ranch. My mother was a true beauty and as
the story goes, was born in the
caretaker's quarters of Emily Dickinson's
carriage house in Amherst, Massachusetts
and grew up in high style on Pelham Road
in a house complete with a greenhouse,
gardens and a lawn tennis court. After
receiving her teaching credentials from
Salem State College just as WW II wound
down, she met my father, a handsome sailor
at a local USO party, fell in love and was
swept away to a shack located in the wheat
fields of Western Kansas. My mom taught
grades 1-6 in a one room school house—some
of the kids rode horses to school which
must have been a major culture shock, but
ended abruptly when my student pilot
father was killed in a mid-air collision
with his flight instructor and burned to
death before our eyes.
She remarried to William Joseph Nolan—a
friend of my father Roland--who tragically
had lost his family as well. When they
married, Bill hadn't finished high school
so he studied and passed his GED.
Meanwhile he worked as a Holsum Bread
truck driver, set ties on the railroad and
finally opened a grocery store in Sharon
Springs. During that time we lived in a
run down former restaurant on the
outskirts of town. Full of ambition, Bill
ran for the office of Wallace County
Sheriff and my mom ran for County
Superintendent—both were elected. Bill
went to sheriff school in Lawrence, Kansas
and was so impressed with the fabulous
Kansas University that after his term as
sheriff (including one jail break and car
chase) moved us to Lawrence where he
became an honor student in Latin American
studies and taught Spanish at Central
Junior High School then went on to get his
Doctorate in Latin American Affairs at
K.U.
My mother also taught at Woodlawn Lincoln
Elementary School and eventually attended
KU where she became an Assistant Professor
developing innovative reading curricula.
We spent my 10th grade year in Cali,
Colombia—quite a change from Lawrence.
After I graduated from KU, they took leave
of Lawrence and joined the faculty of the
University of Western Kentucky where they
went on to explore Mexico, Central and
South America and socialized with artists,
presidents, and local educators.
I was accepted into the graduate program
at the UC San Diego Scripps Institution of
Oceanography where I specialized in coral
reef ecology building artificial study
reefs in the lagoon of Enewetak Atoll in
Micronesia. (Enewetak is one of the
primary locations in the Telepathic
Dolphin Experiment.) My original mission
to Enewetak was to survey of fish
populations inhabiting nuclear test
craters where I camped out on Runit Island
with fellow graduate students. Later on
the Atomic Energy Commission found chunks
of raw plutonium at our campsite and
thought better about sending unprotected
adventurers to the Runit Island where the
Cactus Crater nuclear test crater is now
covered by a massive concrete dome and
rumored to be leaking radiation into the
marine environment.
After completing my degree at Scripps, I
founded an environmental consulting firm
on the Big Island of Hawaii and an
advanced technology marine shrimp hatchery
and farm on Molokai which led to the
formation of the Island Shrimp Shop in
Encinitas, California and the North Shore
Seafood Company in Ketchum, Idaho where my
wife at the time and I shared great
rapport with our own cast of world famous
celebrities, actors and musicians. From
there I became a Research Associate in
Computer Engineering at UC Santa Cruz and
worked with Dr. Patrick Mantey to develop
some of the earliest interactive,
multimedia CD-ROM titles. It was not until
we had worked together for over a year
that we discovered that he was also from
Sharon Springs and as a kid had even
worked as a grocery bagger in my father's
market—small world!
I am now working on a new series of novels
called the Metamorphosis Chronicles that
explore the impacts of technology upon
human longevity, the environment and
society--quite a leap from my earliest
years of sharing the outhouse with a nest
of half frozen rattlesnakes and learning
to read with the light of a Coleman
lantern.