Collaborating creatively or acting as a sounding board.
Tripping over irrigation hoses.
Ernest Hemingway: a man who wrote what he felt, when he felt anything at all.
John Kennedy Toole: there is only one Ignatious J. Reilly. The world can’t handle two.
Randy Wayne White: his protagonist fights international espionage with the help of scientific theory, archeological mysticism and the beauty of Old Florida.
David Quammen: a sterling voice for conservation, adventure travel and, at times, misanthropy.
The visual art of watercolor painter Walton Ford. He warps the strokes of John James Audubon into acerbic commentary on colonialism and environmental chaos.
Anything directed by the Coens: O Brother, Where Art Thou, The Big Lebowski and, more recently, their irreverent rendition of True Grit. I also have a soft spot for 1940s film noir, period pieces and nature documentaries.
Water. Lakes, rivers and those miraculous little creeks only the adventurous get to see. The next project will involve building a wooden rowboat for the Huron River.
Clutch pedal. Automatic transmissions are devious.
Fresh, organic food. If you’re jonesing for a kale fix, the first sample is free.
My smartphone. Even though it’s been drenched, stepped on and probably composted.
Entrepreneurialism. Necessity is the mother of invention.
You view life as an opportunity to connect, create and discover.
You’re pursuing a creative field and stalwartly refuse to compromise your artistic integrity. Or you’ve dedicated your life to some sort of fulfilling, meaningful cause.