The rest of the time, it’s quite miserable. Mosquitoes the size of sparrows turning your salty, sweaty skin into an all-you-can-eat buffet. Or, Angel of Death-like cold and a grey blanket of suicidal sky that blots out the sun October through April.
In related news, I’ve never been asked to work on the Minnesota Tourism account. And, I now live in Denver.
I got into college for art. Three schools and five blurry years later, I graduated a Copywriter. I've worked at big shops, little shops. On all sorts of accounts, within a diverse range of mediums. I have two amazing daughters with seemingly infinite creativity that I consistently try to pass off as my own.
But enough about me. The rest, as they say, is largely uneventful minus a few sparkler-sized flashes of amazing.