RobArt Penguin

If you ask my wife, she would say BRAT. I am a temperamental artist. My kids would say NAIVE. Their generation is more cynical. Many co-workers called me the GHOST, because I had a habit of appearing without warning. I was light on my feet. I would call myself, what fellow writers called me, HONEST. I say what I mean and mean what I say. I don’t’ make stuff up, unless I tell stories. Like my father, my honesty gets me in trouble sometimes, but the outcome is always real. I am what I am, warts and all. Maybe, I could call myself PIGPEN.