It’s not so easy to get down on paper, is it…this "who am I?" stuff. I am, or have been, so many things in five decades (plus a couple years…) Most recently, I’ve become the thing I dreamed of for almost half of those fifty-two years—an entrepreneur. A business owner. A restaurant owner, to be precise. More than any other thing I’ve undertaken in my life, this has beaten, molded, tested and refined me…and to a certain extent, distilled me to my essence.
Now, I only have the time and the energy to devote to things I really love. The things that I will steal time away from that great energy-sucking black hole of "living the dream" to do. My true passions demand all the attention I can afford…and even what I can not afford. And my passions define me.
So, since it's not likely you'll want to read fourteen thousand words...
Oh. And music.
And, oh yes...the words. The words that whirl around in my head, tap insistently upon my fingers, and must be written. Somehow. Somewhere.