


“I’m not a poet But there was a time when even my thoughts came out in rhymes and when I would speak, my objections were few because the world was new and emotions were simple… There was happy, and sad, and occasionally mad, but mad never lasted that long, because living was safe Because the world was a good world In that world, kisses could heal, And people’s motives were real, and it wasn’t a mistake to make a mistake because that’s just the way you learned…”


Key Grip, Gaffer Spent a weekend developing ice cream in Gainesville, FL. Won several awards for donating shaving cream in Atlantic City, NJ. Managed a small team exporting glucose in Naples, FL. Practiced in the art of deploying junk bonds in Salisbury, MD. Was quite successful at working on Slinkies in the government sector. At the moment I'm implementing race cars in Suffolk, NY.

“I’m not a poet But there was a time when even my thoughts came out in rhymes and when I would speak, my objections were few because the world was new and emotions were simple… There was happy, and sad, and occasionally mad, but mad never lasted that long, because living was safe Because the world was a good world In that world, kisses could heal, And people’s motives were real, and it wasn’t a mistake to make a mistake because that’s just the way you learned…”
