For the record I hate cutting the grass…the very act of hauling out the lawnmower to make that first cut of the year creates such bitterness and disdain to the core of my being…because it represents an agreed-to bondage that will make me slave to its regular and unrelenting needs for the remainder of the…
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that :)