"Who are you," continued

Then came "the big move."

I guess all of those years of watching the bad 70s sitcom "Green Acres" did a number on my subconscious. After getting married and having baby number one, I packed my bags for Smyrna, Tennessee. "Keep Atlanta / Just give me that country side..."

My friends don't get it, until they spend a weekend at our country retreat. That's my house pictured below. The river, which feeds into Percy Priest Lake, is full of catfish and is big enough for kayaking. The river is alive with blue herons, turtles, and -- most recently -- a family of river otters. Try getting this in Atlanta.

Just 18 miles north of Smyrna is Nashville -- a town currently experiencing explosive growth of near-Atlantan proportions. I've tapped into a wonderful, close-knit creative community here, which has been a wonderful way to pursue my interest in theories of creativity by connecting with talented folks who are living it every day.

Today I work out of my Smyrna office (located just over the garage,) developing speeches, books and organizational learning products and e-mailing them out to companies all over the world.

I also develop peculiar little projects like the book "PageLand." (Check it out. You'll either think it is the coolest thing you've read, or else you'll say "huh. I don't get it.")

So that's the short version of "what I do." So give me a call. Hire me for a job.

Or just come on over and set fer a spell. The black-eyed peas are simmerin', and the okra is a-fryin'. (Or, you can appeal to my Cajun birthright and twist my arm into fixing up some spicy crawfish etoufee.)

Bless you for reading this far. Now go buy my books.

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