Wednesday, November 2, 2005

SOMEONE SAID: So ... who is this Yard[D]og?



One early evening a much younger "version" of Yard[D]og busied himself with building dirt roads for toy trucks under a huge Forsythia bush at his parents home in rural Pennsylvania when his grandmother called from the back porch: "Fire Flies out; time to come in."

"Nope!" said the six-year-old as he continued a variety of child-like construction tasks. In response to a seemingly intransigence attitude my usually warm and stately “Grammy” called across the backyard, "Sometimes you're just a yarddog!"

And so "Yarddog" was born right there in his backyard with his imagination and awe along with mud, grass stains and the yellow pollen from those Forsythia bushes.

Since then he has devoted his time to teaching, theatre, writing and non-profits that have assisted the homeless and his own business that seeks to help non-profits become all they can be.

Some time ago he added the two grammatical symbols “[ ]” around a capital “D” in Yarddog giving birth to Yard[D]og. In doing so he seeks to reclaim some of the uniqueness that a six-year-old finds in the wonder of toy trucks and tunnels in the rich York County earth and add to that the faces and lives of those he has since met along the way.


For more information on Yard[D]og he maybe reached HERE.