Hello and welcome to Floppy Hat Adventures!
I want to take a moment to thank you for being here and reading this. Each of these words I type now represent the realization of a dream. What kind of reality that dream breathes is yet to be seen, but I am immensely grateful to you for being here and following along with me as we find out together.
I knew from a very young age that I wanted to be a writer. I can remember sitting in the breakfast nook at my mom’s house in Las Vegas (where I was born and raised) tapping away on an old Packard-Bell computer. The giant CRT monitor took up half the desk space, but oh, how I did love that thing.
It was on that ancient machine that my love for writing flourished. I wrote most of my poetry from the ages of 12 – 18. If you couldn’t find me in the backyard chasing bugs, I was likely at the computer typing away on some new fantasy or science fiction novel.
My eager imagination was being fed by my reading material. I didn’t play outside much, but you could find me reading Dune, long before I fully grasped its implications, the subtle morality plays, and commentary on present-day society.
I did not grow up with lots of money or blood-borne opportunity, but I did grow up with a mother who instilled in me a sense of adventure. I get it from her. I probably also got my love for writing from her, since she read so much and actively encouraged me to read and write.
During my twenties, I wrote for a magazine in Las Vegas interviewing such entertainment names as Melissa Etheridge, Olivia Newton-John, RuPaul, Vermont Governor Howard Dean, New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson and many more. Yet, as we all know, unless you worked for either Newsweek or the largest newspaper in town, print jobs back in those days rarely paid the bills.
So, I had corporate jobs and invested in real estate. I still wrote, but it took a back seat. Then, in 2009, the Great Recession cratered my real estate investment. My partner lost his job, I got into a near-fatal car accident and everything quickly went south. Suddenly, I had to leave town. It was time.
After living in one place – Las Vegas – for 30 years of my life, losing my investment and starting completely over in the Pacific Northwest, I realized that it was time to go back to my roots. After briefly flirting with another corporate job, I doubled down and told myself that I was going to write again.
I’m proud to report I’ve done just that. It took a couple years, but the dream of working remotely for a good living is absolutely possible. If you love to write, even if you have no talent for it, if you are determined, if you learn, you can do this. You too can release yourself from the shackles of a cubicle or office if you try hard enough.
This is where you find me today; this website represents a new beginning. Although I’ve spent this entire post talking about myself, I want this to be about the floppy hat. I want it to be a metaphor for adventure and possibility. You should feel like you can just grab your floppy hat and join me. The fact is, I want this brand to transcend me.
I want to eventually turn this into a place where you can book travel, read about exotic places and discover new experiences. I want to employ other correspondents and accept guest blog posts. It will be your conduit to the world. We will share experiences here together.
Thank you for joining me and my floppy hat. I can’t wait for us to share the world together and learn about everything this magnificent jewel of a planet has to offer.