I was born on a rainy night

in the summer of 1952, in the back of a 1939 Ford panel truck ...

where, as fortune would have it – I was also conceived.

I was a precocious child and by the time I was ten I was fluent in seven languages (although to be honest, it was really all English). After a short childhood I managed to land gainful employment as the night clerk for a pay by the hour motel, and there, at the age of 14, my education began.

In 1971, (after I abandoned my career as a Gigolo during the war), Emile "The Cat" Francis called and offered me a tryout at the New York Rangers training camp. I opted wisely instead for a lucrative deal as a carnival Dunk Tank "taunter" and enjoyed huge success! However, a freak injury ended a promising career and I was forced to get "educated" and attended the Art Institute of Boston, Northeastern University, Massachusetts College of Art, Boston University, University of New Hampshire, and the Harvard School of Design.

Of course this was all a plan to avoid any meaningful career, and more importantly, the character building exercise of Vietnam! It was as Bluto Blutarski once declared: "Eight years of college, down the drain!"

Some time after that, in the spirit of avoiding the "career path" trap, I formed my own advertising and design agency where I managed to stay out of sight for 13 years. But then I succumbed and took a real job as Creative Director of a Boston area ad agency that to my immense wonder, actually agreed to pay me to show up.

That of course, wasn't good enough. The Dot-Bomb revolution called and I answered ... at least for a little while. The great ValueAmerica.com adventure was at the very least, a chance to learn what a fly-fishing legend I was, while working in the rolling hills of Virginia. I think it was Thomas Jefferson who said " Virginia is God's country, and he can have it!" (Or maybe it was Groucho Marks, but then, who's checking.)

At some point though, the fabulous wealth and power that comes from being hailed as the creative messiah wears thin, and the time comes when you need to return to the beat up truck that brought you there. And so, I now divide my time between my career as Creative Director, and my rewarding work as an "Avio-linguist", where I excel at teaching parrots to swear in several languages.

Along the way, I've managed to get people to recognize me for excellence in Design (Art Directors Club, Creative Club of Boston and New Hampshire), Advertising (Ad club and NEDMA awards), and painting (Copley Society of art, Copley Artist, and New England Watercolor Society, Signature member.)