“The Human Google.”

That’s what my first art director partner used to call me.

She meant it as a compliment.

When I was a kid I used to sit for hours in the family library pouring over our set of Funk & Wagnall’s. I’d start with one article and from there I was led to another, and then another, increasing my curiosity with every turn of the page. It gave me a knack for research and analysis.

I fed my imagination with stories of mythological pasts and far-distant futures. Illustrated books sadly out of print about lost worlds and fantastic starships. Rock music was soul fuel, having learned the words to “Stairway to Heaven” at age 5, thanks to my Zep-obsessed older sibs.

There was a bustle in my hedgerow, years before I knew what that meant.

I got creatively busy very early on. I’d hand write yarns about space pirates, gladiators and guillotined ghosts. Meticulously draw futuristic mountain fortresses. Bask in the spotlight of acting (my one real, secret love) in a local theater group.

This guided me to an academic calling and my first career as a policy analyst. I got published and botched a few interviews with the press. I worked for seriously powerful people who don’t just write books but have books written about them.

I’ve traveled to some countries, fled others. I even got shot at.

I believe this prepared me very well for a career in advertising.

I think visually, often irreverently. I’m an agnostic when it comes to comma dogma but can support-point like the best of them. I  bring a potent mix of strategic thinking, creative leadership and offbeat humor, and am fully geared up with thick skin and big heart.

Moving on...