So,

I was 10 years old when I played an Okinawan kid in a local production of Teahouse of the August Moon. Hooked. Dreamt of Los Angeles. Wore a Dodger cap. Watched 77 Sunset Strip. Then life happened.

Producing and directing industrials, commercials, documentaries for a wide range of clients. 

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I was 54 when I played Ernest in a four character one-act  in Los Angeles. A welcome relapse. 

I’m grateful and a half to have been part of the cast of Vice, A Country Christmas Story, Monk, and We’re Alive, an award-winning podcast. And other stuff, too. From Bad Chickens to a bad Vice-president. And whatever’s next.