I grew up in small-town Wyoming (Go Pokes!). It was there that I learned the value of one’s word and that a handshake deal can be just as solid as a contract. The mountains still call my name even though I’m a “city” guy now. I feel most at home listening to the snow crunch under my feet or taking a hike in the cool mountain air.
Basketball became an obsession in high school. I was pretty sure I was going to play Division 1 ball and make it to the NBA. But, as Steinbeck wrote, “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” I simply wasn’t good enough!
If you mention the word “motorcycle,” you’ll get my undivided attention. Riding gives me a wonderful sense of freedom and clarity. I used to ride nearly every day, but now I spend most of my free time trying to keep up with my two small children. I still sneak in a basketball game on tv when the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse isn’t on.
If you’re reading this, then you’re wondering, “What’s so special about this guy? How can he help me?” The answers to those questions are not found in a degree or a certificate. They reside in the experience of a conversation with me.