Scribe to Erasmus and Folly, 1509 to 1650

It's a challenge to make a living as a writer. I hope it lasts. It’s a tale of vagabonding from town to town. I first paid the rentseekers with photography, then by selling miniblinds, then engineering, construction, professional juroring, service jobs, getting yelled at by LBJ, and snowboarding disguised as resort customer service.

Now, I'm an industrious poison snowman.

I have a degree in creative writing and one in physics. I served time in law and business school. Upon escape, I atoned for my transgressions with art schooling and volunteer work as a writing facilitator, both of which reduced my night tremors.

My specialty — "business niche differentiator" — is rendering unknown objects with tennis balls and carbon paper.

You play tennis don't you?

I've been to 49 of the 50 states. If I were an RV, I'd have all those stickers on the back. If I were an airplane, I'd taxi across town. If I were a taxi, I'd always fly with the "hired" light on.

Hire me, and we'll make up something interesting. Or visit me at The Brigade. We have kayaks and surfboards.

I look forward to your eskimo roll.