This page is NOT seriously under construction, I just put it here because once in a blue moon someone comes looking for it (according to the web server logs). You might as well just look here since that's where the interesting stuff is on this machine.
Random stuff will be added here all the same in no particular order.
I might as well blather on about myself a bit just in case someone really is looking for me and isn't sure they have the right John M. B. Wilson, since it's a common name (except for the pretentious middle initials, that's why they're there). It seems like everyone thinks they served with me in a war, or voted for me in the 1972 presidential primaries or something. So I'll put lots of trivia here so you can be sure whether or not I'm the JW you remember.
Married to Judy (Frangie) Wilson, summer 1995 to summer 2000.
Jobs, most recent first:
Schools/colleges attended (however briefly), most recent first:
The 20th reunion was a lot better, there were six of us (plus SOs and kids) at Beth Hakes (now Beth Kurth)'s house on 06/02/2001. It was really cool to see those folks after so long.
Interests (you must be easily amused if you read this far):
I used to build turbo Plymouth Horizons for fun, but I wrecked my original one ('81 with '85 Laser motor) in a stupid one-car rollover accident on a twisty back road in Vermont in 1989. My second, snazzier, intercooled project ('83 with '88 Shelby Daytona motor) consumed itself in a pillar of flame at the side of the road in 1992 after I swapped fuel injectors and reinstalled the fuel rail in the dark, by feel, guess I missed a clamp. And no I don't drink or use drugs, I really am this stupid! They were fast though, between those two cars I lost my license three times. My final Horizon was mostly stock ('78) and lived to a ripe old age (239K miles, one motor swap and a couple of transmissions along the way). But the frame got pretty rusty and the rear suspension uprooted itself when I tried to drive it to my new place in MA. Finally the city of Troy complained and I had to scrap it in spring 2004.
Until recently I also had an '85 Voyager with a '91 2.5l motor in it, still with a '85 top end, yielding a justifiably rare carbureted Chrysler 2.5l which I slapped together (and rebuilt as I went) after the original 2.2l engine threw a rod less than 50 miles after I bought it. The engine was in pieces for about 3 years, initially for exploratory surgery but by the time I realized it was just a hole in the head (so much for the $40 pressure test that Noel's machine shop claimed they did), the cylinders had surface rust inside them, so I had to drop the pan and remove the balance shafts so I could get at the rods to pull the pistons out to re-hone the cylinders, anyway it got way out of hand. But I got it all back together and running, with help from the wonderful Kathy Nolan, then used it for occasional hauling for a few years and sold it for $150 when I got sick of insuring it (it's cheaper to just rent a cargo van when I need one).
So now I drive my boring '95 Subaru Legacy because it Just Works (and can stick to my steep snow-covered driveway), or my rusty old '72 Honda CB750 (the bike that never dies, quite) in nice weather.
Just for the heck of it I kept a ski diary during my last triumphant return a few years ago, since I hit a lot of mountains in a short time I wanted to take notes to keep them straight in my head. Well at least that was true until I broke my shoulder, that cost me two months of not skiing so it turned out to be a pretty low-key season for me after all. I didn't quite break even on the MRG season pass.
If you still think you've found the right John Wilson, drop me a line, my email address is my last name @dbit.com. Otherwise, take a look at www.johnwilson.com, there's a registry of other JWs there. Well at least there used to be, looks like the squatters got to it.