Nothing unusual here. Midwestern kid, grandson of immigrants, multi-national mutt. Brought up in the suburbs. Raised by greatest-generation dual-working parents. Couple of siblings. Got lucky: Vietnam ended before I might have been called up. Liberal arts college education, back when those were fashionable. Work at a major multinational corporation. Grew into my IT career — first hardware configuration planning, then system availability, production control. Large-scale system development (back when those were a thing). Y2K propelled me into risk, business continuity, security ops, threat intel, audit, leadership development, and strategy.

And always. Always, always, writing.

Toni Morrison (with whom I cannot possibly compare, talent-wise) once said she could not survive the calamity if it were not for writing. Because writing is a way of thinking, she said. So it is. A braid, really: you think in order to write, and then write in order to think and then think and write some more, and rewrite, and rethink, and on and on.

So here you’ll find writing. And perhaps some useful thoughts. Or reflections you can delve into at the end of a busy day. Or music (I do that, too.)

Here you’ll find, well, me. Sharing, not selling. It’s long past time for that, and at this stage of things I find myself hurtling toward oblivion. Time is short. You’ll find that out, too.