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I am learning to talk less and say more. Please be patient with me. I have been involved in the following 'professions' in close order: reader.writer.painter.sculptor.metalsmith.glassblower.faceter. shadetreemechanic.laborer.curator.guitarist.songwriter.singer. composer.pauper.representative.associate.designer.assistant. buyer.manager.salesman.consultant.owner.operator.driver. networker.booker.traveler.producer.engineer.actor.photographer. editor.videographer. And I still haven't found what I'm looking for. I have drank deeply, loved passionately, and been mistaken greatly. I climbed Lemon Mountain in Tucson Arizona, put XXX on Marie Laveau's grave in New Orleans and kissed lipstick on Oscar Wilde's in Paris. I have been in a snowstorm in 80 degree weather in the desert in summertime, hit with hailstones the size of a lemon in a Florida thunderstorm and one time checked into the fifth floor of a hotel a couple hours before the hurricane's eye passed overhead. I have been VIP in Las Vegas because of mistaken identity and thrown out of 3 clubs in Hollywood because they didn't like the look of me. I have been slipped poison in my whiskey at the Lexington Queen in Tokyo Japan, fought Edwin Mccain on a cruise ship (and lost), had my nose broken by a power line while running with an armfull of red bricks, and survived being chased by a pack of wild boars in the woods. After all this I still feel that what separates the civilized and uncivilized is mainly a pocket handkerchief and nice boots.

I have a heart on the mend and a 64' stingray in repair, both will be lovely when completed.