The author grew up in the village of Cranbury, living there for 30 years, dabbling in the construction trades and contributing to the Cranbury Press. He is a retired enterprise architect and former activist with the Florida Sierra Club Chapter as chairman of the Volusia/Flagler Group and representative to the Florida Executive Committee, and a volunteer to the Volusia County Turtle Nest Protection Program. He now writes fiction and advocates for animal rights, responsible planet stewardship, and the preservation of natural spaces. Some of his best friends are cats (and dogs…shush).

 “In 1946, my parents bought and renovated the old clapboard farmhouse at 11 Station Road, where my 2 brothers, a sister, a grandmother, and various dogs, cats, rabbit, field mice, mosquitoes, spiders, and visitors from the Brook left their mark.”

 “Childhood consisted of growing up within a construction site that took twenty years to nearly complete, family gatherings with relatives who hailed from the Trenton and Newark regions, visiting neighbors, hanging out with with friends, fishing the Brook, back lot sports, Sunday School, the old Grammar School, overdue library book fines, educational films projected on screen in the old school auditorium, bicycling up to Walker Gordon’s dairy farm to watch the cows ride the Rotolactor and afterwards getting a free pint of fresh chocolate milk, Cub Scouts, Little League at Delaney Field, marching in the Memorial Day Parade, Strawberry Festival, square dancing in Mrs. Dean music class, the Presbyterian Church Services at Christmas and Easter, Ice Skating Brainard Lake, and Sledding Morgan’s Hill, the Church Bells chiming the half hour, the Water Tower Fire Alarm and the Volunteer Firetruck siren soon after, Youth Fellowship, hopscotch,  jumping rope with the girls, my paper route, and the Christmas Evergreen decorated in the Presbyterian Church Yard.”