I am old, a surfer, former triathlete, a voracious reader, guitarist and a southern boy having lived life by thirds in central Florida, Atlanta and Southern California (better waves than Florida).

Circumstances surrounding my upbringing, a domestic ironing clothes to the sounds of her favorite radio station, had it that I was exposed to Southern Black Gospel Music for hours per day from age 0-2 years. No, my parents were not poor white sharecroppers. Dad was a liberal southern lawyer a la Gregory Peck in To Kill A Mockingbird. I suppose that affected me, sort of like the imprinting by which a baby chick thinks the first thing it sees after hatching is the momma hen. Even today, I hear that Gospel Music and start twitching uncontrollably all over, raising my hands to the sky in a cross between calesthenics and the hokey-pokey, like some devil-possessed Pentacostal....and make no apologies for it. My tastes have since become more eclectic, but I still love that MoTown sound.

What? Oh, you wanted technical details? OK, former assembly language mainframe programmer (hey, I said I was old), then COM/WIN32 and landed in .Net land as of the BETA I Release of .Net 1.0 and never looked back.