About the author: I consider myself a flower child gone to seed. Born in 1948, I awoke when the Beatles began broadcasting the power of love. I traded my school trumpet for a guitar and played in local rock bands, dropping out of Yale in ‘69 to join my real tribe in San Francisco. In 1971 I was a founder of the Root One Cafe in Boston, one of the first health food restaurants in town, which drew together a commune of exuberant hippies who delighted in exploring new metaphysical vistas. While running a new age bookstore in Portland, Maine, I built a country house from a couple of barns I tore down and there welcomed sons Dharma and Zen onto the planet. In the early 80’s we lived for a few years at the Springhill community in Massachusetts, a vibrant institute offering state of the art psychotherapy work. I did renovation carpentry for 15 years before allowing myself the pleasure of flowing into real estate practice and flipping buildings along the Maine coast, dba Moon Harbor Realty. I’ve spent a lot of time in prisons- but always as a volunteer, usually teaching guitar. I currently live near Belfast, Maine, on the shore of Penobscot Bay with my personal goddess, Marsea Ryan.