Grew up in Seattle with the rest of my multiple personalities. All of us left the rain for the sunny beaches of California long before Bill Gates founded Microsoft, only to discover to our disappointment that most Californians might be even more schizo than we are. After all that rain in Seattle, and California being a wash, we naturally migrated to southern Florida, which to our way of thinking, might be the East Coast retirement version of California, just a little less schizo. Maybe.


Twelve years in Florida was enough for us. After a long stint in the Texas Panhandle taught us the true meaning of wind, we high-tailed it north and west, glad to be back where mountains are typically more than six hundred feet above sea level. We hate to inform our Florida and Texas panhandle brethren of this but a highway overpass is not technically a hill. No, really. Do some research. You're the only people in the world who think so. Even Californians know better, having the Sierras in their backyard.


I came to writing early on, sidetracked when the world beckoned. I dropped out of high school in my junior year, but like a friend of mine insists (or could be another personality, I'm not sure at this point), I earned a BS Degree from the School of Hard Knocks.


Montana is the perfect hide out, if you like the seasons and the wildlife, the solitude. What more could a writer ask for? Just don't tell anyone. We like being the only state in the Union to have more cows than people. That's a fact, according to the Farm Bureau at any rate. You can't make this stuff up.


Moo.