I have vivid memories of a family trip to Oregon. I was 14 years old, fascinated by my first sight of the ocean and big timbered forests. A sign along the road said “Just Ahead, Woodturning Demonstra tions”. I stared through a glass window as a wood-turner created a beautiful myrtlewood bowl before my eyes. I was hooked. Wood was in my blood. My early life experiences led me to college degrees in forestry and industrial arts education. Early careers included forestry and a few years as a high school wood shop teacher. I opened a fine woodworking business and eventually built an art gallery with my wood lathe mounted behind a glass window. Now I was the guy behind the window.