This author: Grew up thinking work meant dirty hands. They were attached to the people he respected, the people he liked. Dabbled in academia long enough to be outrageous, if not dangerous but it didn’t feel like home. Swirling possibilities can only be articulated with the aid of a computer or a pen, but fondness for a framing hammer sometimes comes through.

This author: Now an old man with a good wife and two good children. Has written several books but is still quite bewildered by it all.