This is a question that I sometimes laud. It’s a opportunity to brag, but I am forced to temper hubris with my past. Who am I? The sun has passed its apex on me. I have more memories than I will have new experiences. This puts me in a place where I have more value as a mentor than a student, though the latter is a role I never want to abandon. Work? I consider myself a Renaissance Man. I can build a house, make it a home, draft and file the documents to transfer its ownership. I can back a trailer, skipper a Hobie, place two center mass at 100m, and other politically incorrect things. Culture? I’ve served the poor in Haiti. I enjoyed the hospitality of the Norwegians. I’ve watched tankers negotiate the Strait of Hormuz, and I’ve witnessed the birth of a calf in Punjab. Asian women find me curious, and Mexican women find me generous, or is it the other way around? I’m a philosophical nomad who loves to dance when no one is watching.