I live and work on a migratory sandbar system just my side of the Virginia/North Carolina border, slightly southeast of Norfolk. For almost half of the year I work as a historian and guide, the rest of my time is spent musing and dreaming about the current nature of the human race. I find that my mind, when free to roam, is split between general passing thoughts of running for local political office and/or blowing up some local fast food chain restaurant. Nonetheless, most nights you can find me alone in my front yard, right on the side of highway 12, smoking cigarettes and standing watch against the impending flood that will someday wipe my island home from the face of this Earth. In a nutshell, until that day arrives, I use words in coded combination to transfer perceptions, my illustrations.