Hey…what about my money?
The desert air was clear and crisp at the boxing camp of former heavy-weight champ, Frank L. Jackson, when Roman Lefthanded Losinski appeared.
Roman had answered a help-wanted ad in the Sedona Times Courier, for a gardener’s helper. As usual, the ad promised ten dollars-an-hour for labor work, but when Roman showed up to claim the job, he was informed that there was an “error” by the newspaper and the most that he would be paid was eight dollars-an-hour (before deductions). He could have Sundays off and working hours would be from 7 a.m. – 4p.m. with a thirty-minute lunch. He could stay in the bunkhouse if needed but it would cost him and extra twenty dollars-a-day, to be subtracted from his first paycheck.
The first day’s work was easy, mostly digging holes and putting in potted plants. His supervisor, an old Japanese gardener, took an instant liking to Roman and showed him where he could get water from a hose near the action of the boxing ring.
Roman noticed the Pro boxers sneaking looks at him as he drank water, but was used to people gawking at him. He was six foot eight inches tall and over two hundred-seventy pounds. Years of work for Alaska Glacier Seafood, loading halibut, some weighing over two hundred pounds, into freezer vans plus various construction jobs across Alaska and the Pacific Northwest, mostly as a laborer, had developed Roman into a fine specimen of a working man’s man.
The Professional boxers tried to show off a bit, as they punched the heavy bag, lifted weights and showed their prowess with the speed bag. A couple of them, including the training camp manager couldn’t seem to concentrate on their work. They kept looking over at the big man from Alaska…
Taken from the book, “Champion A Story of the Happy Life of Roman Lefthanded Losinski,” by local Fairbanks author Miles Cobbett
“Roman Lefthand Losinski – that’s the name of a boxer! “said an Alaskan writer feeling like he had “just struck the pay dirt” of a marvelous idea.
“It is? – Well I’ve never heard of him!” said a friend.
“In my new book, it is!” replied the author.
Five days later the author Miles Cobbett brought a semi-polished draft of Chapter One to share with friends at a favorite café. Encouraged by their positive response, and by their requests for more of the story, he continued to work on the rest of the book during daylight hours; and worked to pay the bills shuttling passengers to-and-fro from the Fairbanks Airport as a night-time cab driver. Then he hired OfficeMax Print Services to handle the job of printing multiple copies for his own “Test Marketing Program.” Over the next fourteen months, he personally handed out over 3,000 copies of, either the first chapter, or the first three chapters of his book to Alaskan travelers, friends, neighbors and acquaintances. The positive response from readers of all ages was enormous.
“I was reading the story and I forgot where I was sitting, and didn’t notice the sounds around me. I was in the story. This guy that’s got something, but doesn’t know it! It’s just a neat story really. He stumbles into fame with his homegrown ability. It really put my imagination to work and it fascinated me, even though I didn’t care about boxing,” said Wisconsin photographer Andrew Fritz.
“The mark of a good writer is his ability to form complete pictures in the mind of his reader. The mark of a terrific writer is his ability to form emotions in the heart of the reader, you are performing both tasks in this, while building goals + challenges for the primary character. These first three chapters captured me.” Cessna pilot Robert Grediagin.