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While my Dad was a student at MIT and my Mom managed a boarding house on what was then low rent Newbury Street in Boston, this little piggy made its entry into the world. I had my eighth birthday along Route 66 in Albuquerque New Mexico as Mom drove the kids across country to our new home in Southern California. I was mystified when I was presented with a birthday cake at our hotel. It took me years to figure out that the restaurant where we celebrated the occasion didn't really have an electronic sensor on the front door that alerted the staff to birthdays, the logical explanation given by my Dad. The land of Sunset Strip, Malibu Beach and Disneyland were a grand place to grow up. It was definitely paradise for an adventurous teenager but being more than a little bit of a rebel, I was anxious to leave the nest. I wanted to go to a college where I could encounter alternative lifestyles. Reed College in Portland, Oregon seemed the perfect choice. I discovered that the natural world of the beautiful Pacific Northwest was the big draw here, not Reed. Hiking, camping, fishing and birding have taken us to the four corners of this very diverse state.
Three cats, Leonardo, Mischa and Pearl deign to allow me and KB to live in their house. We don't have human children of our own but a steady stream of loaner kids pass through our home. The occasional exotic letterboxer also finds their way here. We both run our own small business which allows us the kind of flexibility that gives us the time to follow our other interests. I always say that I have the best boss in the world...
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