A reluctant carbon-based life-form, Duane Herrmann was surprised to find himself in 1951 on a farm in Kansas. How did that happen??? He’s still trying to make sense of it all but has grown fond of grass waving in the wind, trees and the enchantment of moonlight. He aspires to be a hermit, but would miss his children, grandchildren and a few friends. His work has been published in many physical places and online, even some of both in languages which he can’t read (English is difficult enough!). He is known to carry baby kittens in his mouth, pet snakes, and has conversations with owls, but is careful not to anger them! All this, despite a traumatic, abusive childhood (first suicidal at age two) embellished with dyslexia, ADHD (both unknown at the time), cyclothymia, and, now, PTSD.