Moved around a lot the first 40 years before settling in New England, USA. There isn't enough time to do everything, so I drive a fast car, don't sleep much, and the house is full of projects: a movable feast of painting, making paper, jewelry and clothing, antique restoration--no limits here--I'm the ordained fixer in the family. Then there's photography and my collection of "fast 50's", and stringed instruments and hand drums everywhere because my main gig is lutherie--guitar building and repair--but I'd rather play drums. Two big dogs interrupt everything all the time, so I blame them for stuff half done. I have learned a few things along the way: love is the only thing worth while and you can't push the river.