31-Oct-2012
Bliss.
It is 4:15. AM. You know: dark, cold (even here in Hawaii), silent. This time of year it is cool enough at this hour to mute even the coqui frogs. And I am awake. I am awake because something has nudged me in the right shoulder.
Now, you might think that this woul...
I'm a writer and a poet and an artist and a fool and, at least for now, a no-longer-itinerant engineer.
It could be said that I grew up (if you use a sufficiently elastic definition of the term) in Indiana, New Jersey, Ohio and Colorado. Following a series of mis-adventures, I found myself living in the rainforest outside Hilo, Hawaii, with my wife, the amazing Shawndra Holmberg; her sister, the equally brilliant writer Anne Avery; three dogs; two cats; and several imaginary friends, most apparently named Bob.
All of the mammals have recently joined me in western Pennsylvania, where everyone wears a beard, rides a Harley and eats french fries on their salads.
The Bobs and all the rest were already here waiting for me.
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