A dual resident of Manhattan and Maple Ridge he is novelizing about the many caras of love and attempting to make some decent photos. Erik likes donuts gifted by his wife and too often smells like gasoline. He still can't get this truck to run well. During his gap decade he road a motorcycle, drove ten thousand miles in Central America searching for surf, taught algebra in some tough schools and drove a beautiful bus for a fire circus. He has been known to teach science too, count frogs and electrofish for trout in the most remote and beautiful spots protected by the National Park Service. He once surfed some sizable Central Ocean Beach, did the MFA thing and built aqueducts for the Ngäbe with the Peace Corps. On Mondays he worries about workforce housing and STRs for the Planning Commission. He is primarily a father though, and proud of it.