Story telling is a big part of my family tradition, yet when I graduated from collage in Albion Michigan, some sort of scent on the breeze lured me back west.  I dove into the San Francisco adventure. Living in a warehouse artist Coop, I soon met many artists and entertainers. Before I knew it, I was living the magical life of day time cafe's coffee drinking, waxing profound great minds and night times rock and role elite. This was all carefully watched over by a colorful cast of political and legal eagle characters more then interesting enough to merit their own reality shows. I floated through this scene Fae-like, until I was called Northward to the land of forest, rivers and mountains. It's here, in this crib of nature, that stories once more soared like noisy seagulls in my head demanding food and affection.