I was born in Anaheim California in 1960 and spent the first thirty years of my life in the “land where nothing freezes”, picking pomegranates and oranges on the way to school. After a ten year sojourn in Western Colorado I found myself in Otter Tail County Minnesota, where according to Chippewayan lore there are two seasons: “Dog” and “Canoe”. I am un-degreed, but I’m known for playing well with others. Laurie and I have been married for nearly eleven years; we are best of friends and aspire to be professional vagabonds. Our inability to have children is our most profound loss. Professionally I’ve been a mental health worker on an inpatient psych unit, a bicycle mechanic, a body shop manager, a technical writer, a youth advocate for high-risk adolescents, a printer, a graphic artist, an underground utility locator and a manufacturing operations coordinator. After much intellectual promiscuity I answered the Father’s call at age thirty. My “warm fuzzies” come from being a son of God, a husband, an uncle (X30), a friend and paddling a canoe. O’Doul’s is my “brew of choice”, Amber when I’m feeling reckless. (The gene pool in which I swim inspires caution in this area…)