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I finished writing a novel with the title Billy. It is the story of one man’s life. It starts in the 1950s just after the end of the Korean War and follows Billy until he dies. It is set in northern Minnesota and the reader will see how in the 1950s northern Minnesota was dying. There were few jobs so as children left high school they had to leave to find jobs. The towns were shrinking and some disappeared. Towards the end of the novel, northern Minnesota’s fortunes started to change and people began to move back into the area. Billy’s life was a remarkably unremarkable one. He had good friends. He fell in love and sometimes got hurt. His life was interrupted by the draft, but he served his country without complaint. In an effort to stay in northern Minnesota, he went to college. He had a wife and a family he dearly loved. He helps better his community. He dies rescuing the woman he doesn’t know. As the story of one man’s life, it appropriately ends with his death. These three lines end the novel – “His life was not all good. His life was not all bad. His life was lived.”