I am the son of a gifted and often called "mad" poet, luckily for me; I feel certain I am so much the better for it. I simply cannot imagine what a mechanized, soulless enterprise my life might have been had this not been my first blessing. The second was to have been bequeathed my unquenchable ardor for words. My linguist’s passion was from earliest memory to speak them and act them (yes I am an actor too) write them and rhyme them, caress them, argue with them, put them to sleep and then revive them. Words and their assemblers; writers, storytellers, all have imbued my soul’s native cadence and the music in my heart. These were the artists that fed me the very source of all that is wondrous and worthwhile in this realm we call living. Ah, books! Ah, Writers! Ah, Poets!
I am an august gentleman who should have reached my latent academic goals long ago and by all normal trajectories I well should already have busied myself with the business of teaching those who I can ironically call at present my "contemporaries" - and we can but blame the road less traveled for that! So here I am, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, alongside all our bright youth; just like them, I came to learn, to grow, to rediscover life. I am a prodigal son, the proverbial banished duke come home at last. Back to my lost family of books, fellow students, educators, thought, contemplation, the expansion of my reach and knowledge and the mastery of my person. Even now. I invite you to look into our shared campus and academic life through my lens. I hope you enjoy the ride.
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