The playwright, Tennessee Williams, wrote: “In memory, everything seems to happen to music.” True enough, but the beat changes dramatically as we recall life’s twists and turns. And I’ve had my share.
From altar boy to college jock, pinstripes to straitjackets, mental patient to international advertising executive, well paid to unemployed, my life has been anything but predictable.
From a Pigtown row house in Baltimore to magnificent town homes in London; from the locked wards of psychiatric institutions to the sumptuous villas of the Cote d’Azur; from Mongolian Ger tents on the Siberian plain to Four Seasons suites in Milan, Istanbul and Sydney; from the Himalayan foothills of Nepal to the rooftop ledges of Manhattan; from madman to mentor.
My writing is a reflection of the diverse experiences of my life. Welcome.
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