prua

My own death fantasy is to die happily as a eldery man while rowing to a vini shop (in Venice) with my by then grown up son, he in the 'in charge' poppe position, me in the lesser prua one.

Mambo! 2005

Sitting here in suburban hell, living in my brothers garage, lossing my house and my wife, making $7.50/hr with a BS in Electrical Engineering with a son to support and having the know how but not the means (yet) to improve the world, I realize my efforts to start a major world marketed and manufactured novel transportion product line in order to create a job in European sales or marketting so that I can spend time in the northern Italy is not entirely insane in spite of the grandness of the plan, given the personal payoffs of living in heaven (to die while rowing Venetian style in Venice with my then grown son in either the prua or pope rowing position is my ultimate wish) and providing novel sustainable transportation options to the world.

Venice Sounds: 6 O'Clock Bells in Dorsoduro 2004