The only thing I can find was a 90 year old Harold D. Woodman in West Lafayette, Indiana, which is just off I-65 Northwest of Indianapolis.
That is right where I spent a very harrowing night two winters ago, ice like glass on I-65, cars & trucks in ditches on both sides, road closed, sat for hours stuck between semis, until dawn they reopened it...
Oh, dear... one of my toughest nights ever...
But no, otherwise I have nothing in common with old Harry.
I'll take your word for it. :)
I just found it odd that I could find so very little on the man. Usually you can find an authors bio or something, but for him? Nothing.