Family and friends lovingly claim I am “the world’s most talented ne’er-do-well.” That is such an exalted title to live up to in my comfortable anonymous mediocrity. After all, I’m just a soft-hearted, hard-nosed, liberated contemporary old-school kind of guy. Politically speaking, I liberally sprinkle the conservative while conserving liberality. I’ve thought “in-the-box” and “out-of-the-box,” but I often find I’d rather create a new box.
I’m a rehabilitated adrenaline junkie whose metamorphosis went from competent athlete to shining a seat with my sagging behind: from butterfly to caterpillar in multiple stages of injuries and medical malfunctions. I have gone from making a living with my physical prowess to existing while prowling the ever-changing parameters of my mental faculties for creative inspiration that will – if Nature or Nurture have done their jobs (otherwise with a stiff drink or a swift kick in the butt) – eventually find release in artistic expression.
I’m a disabled Veteran with patriotism tattooed on my heart, which fuels my pet peeve toward anyone who thinks its okay to infringe on an individual’s right to freedom of expression, freedom of religion, or any other traditional American mainstay. And the two human traits I prize above others are courage and compassion.
Welcome to my little corner of the virtual world.