I was ten once; I know it because the photo incriminates me . . . it was 1976, hence the flag with thirteen stars.  I remember hating my haircut.  Little did I know.  I would like to be photographed wearing a propeller beanie, smoking a large pipe, and insulated by an insanely thick sweater with elbow patches, but I have not yet found the sweater.  

Follow the links above to check out where I earned my degrees and to find my CV, as well as links to the classes I teach. I would be happy to correspond with you about my work, teaching, and department.  For the hungry, there are some tasty recipes.