I was born, raised and trained for patterned recognition in the fine martial art of semiotics in the St. John River Valley. Older than the hills, I play the bass with flurry and pinache; more rugged than any Walt Whitman wanna-be, I teach my three kids with love and respect and admiration for all things beautiful and full of spirit; taller than a cedar hedge, I long for not beyond what I have; punk rocker zen buddhist, I stand in front of the classes at STU and hope for divine inspiration daily. Wordsmith, musicophile, impromtu street entertainer, I can be seen loaded down with children every Saturday morning at the local Market buying cheese and smiling broadly at anyone who cares to look my way.
interests
music, poetry, biking, teaching, hiking