I am the luckiest man alive, blessed with a wonderful wife and family. I’m a husband, a son, a father, a teacher, Okie, sinner and old guy. I have the most enjoyable career I can imagine with terrible pay. I’m a wannabe artist, fisherman, biker, and friend. I’m a has-been Texan, prior factory worker, reformed construction worker, wannabe free-thinker, and failed vegetarian.

I’m not a follower. I don’t want you telling me how to vote, what to believe, or what you think of me. I believe Jesus Christ is the Son of God–I’m not going to deny it or apologize for it, but I don’t think reposting or copy and pasting means anything FaceBook friends. I strive to be neither self-righteous or nor indignant. I want to think for myself. I like to argue. I like to read. I don’t care to spend a lot of time with people who know they are right and everyone else is wrong.

I like technology and I’m terrified by it. I love my country and don’t trust my government. I like classical music and bluegrass. I love to travel and want to stay home. I’m frantically busy and long for quiet. I survived a brain tumor, nearly drowned, and lived through being a teenager in the 60’s, but can’t seem to live in the moment. Life is passing me by. But you know what’s hard to beat? Fishing, yep, fishing and porch sitting, and having a true friend. And getting comments. Sometimes that can be good.

Teaching the Geology trail to 5th graders at Camp Goddard. Good times.