St. Bridget's Parochial School
(1972-1980)
Pacific, Missouri

Though sentenced to 8 years hard labor, I actually bear very few "physical" scars from my years in Catholic grade school. We went to church every weekday, unlike now when they only make the kids go occasionally every other Tuesday. I think this is the period of my life where I lost all sense of fashion. Monday: blue shirt, blue pants. Tuesday: blue shirt, blue pants. Wednesday: blue shirt, blue pants. You get the idea.

Old joke: What's black and white and red all over?
Answer: A Nun with a rash. Now that's parochial!

Pacific High School
(1981-1985)
Pacific, Missouri

Out from my sheltered childhood and thrown to the wolves of the public educational system. This is where my vocabulary was exponentially expanded to the horror of my parents.

Though not an all-star, I typically hung-out with the "jock" crowd. I played football all four years, starting at left tackle on both defense and offense. I also took a stab at wrestling and the shot-put.

Favorite school song: We are the indians, the mighty mighty indians, everywhere we go-OH! people wanna know-OH! who we are-ARE! so we tell them... (repeat approximately one thousand times)

My senior year I met and dated my then lovely wife-to-be, Leslie. We both graduated in '85. And we now have two great kids, Alexander and Mackenzie.

SLCC at Meramec
(1985-1988)
St. Louis, Missouri

After High School it was pretty clear what I should be pursuing. I chose the only thing that naturally took advantage of the skills I was born with... Art!. Or more specifically Advertising/Graphic Design. I was eager to get into the job market so I tabled the required boring stuff and loaded up on degree specific classes. This proved very helpful as I got a job fairly quickly and cleaned up the rest of my credits at night.

SLCC at Meramec
(1985-1988)
St. Louis, Missouri

Now known as the "Center for Visual Technology" but in the beginning it was just a few additional elective credits using a Mac for Desktop Publishing. Since I was an early digital pioneer; my classes under the CVT were taken as self-directed learning credits. Back then, I knew as much, if not more than the instructors. I was working on a Mac out of my home as early as 1986. At that point, the computer and my abilities as an artist collided, and set me on my current path.

Since then I've pretty much continued my education at a relentless pace. Although not by formally taking classes. I've committed myself to learning and growing my skill levels by pursuing technology on my own machines, by countless hours of reading periodicals, and now by persistent scanning of tech related web sites.