Born in a small town in Southern Minnesota whose biggest claim to fame is being the home of SPAM, I grew up in both Denver and Atlanta before convincing my bride-to-be I wasn’t quite the creeper she thought I was  and drug her back out west with me.  I should have picked somewhere better than Albuquerque and taken a job anywhere but at a Hooters, as she almost changed her mind.

I now reside beneath  the shadow of Pikes Peak, where I juggle between between being a husband and a father, a hack restaurant manager, a pretend cabinetmaker and an imaginary writer.

This is my life.  These are my stories.  If it has been a while between posts, fear not, I am not dead.  I get busy.