As the last of the so-called “digital immigrants,” I’ve been wearing out keyboards ever since my folks brought home our first IBM, circa 1992. And when my tombstone says “He loved to build good sentences,” it’ll mean I wrote everything I could wrap my head around. The marketer in me obsesses over concision and high conversion, while the storyteller instills a pulse, a grin, and steady gait. For that reason (and no reason at all), I also write poems. If you read DailyUV in its heyday, you saw me dabble in journalism. Today, after a decade in the Upper Valley (where a piece of my heart ever remains), I ply my trade with a healthcare company – and Daybreak! – from my attic in Portland, Maine.