Born in Sioux City and raised on the other side of the broad Missouri, Sorensen married and helped raise a family like other Nebraska lads. But then something happened. Like a driven man, he left it all behind and moved west; first to the mountains of Montana, then the shores of California.
Brought finally to his senses by the cold waters of the Pacific, Sorensen decided to become, of all things, a writer. His writings are virtually unknown. But - like the clamp – they may well find a following. We shall see.
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