John Michael Enright
John is the name they'll write on my grave but, for now, most people call me Jack. Shakes out nicely that I happen to be a Jack of all trades. I'm a snowboarder, skater, wakeboarder and will do pretty much anything else that involves a board. I'm a freelance graphic designer, a charity event organizer and a social media manager. I'm a trinket collector, fantasy football loser and a halfway decent golfer. If you dug through the files in my computer you'd find a mess of short stories, miniature comic books, journal entries and articles with life advice I have no business giving. I'm a blogger without a cause (or a blog). I'm a mama's boy that just can't get enough Paul Simon. I don't know any Julios but you can catch me down by the schoolyard coaching youth rugby, trying to relive my glory days. I've lived in the vast mountains of Colorado, the sprawling hills of Hong Kong, the tantalizing cul de sacs of American suburbia and seen a hell of a lot of places in between. I love soup dumplings, Irish whiskey and am quick to find the best burger in town. I live to explore. I live to experience. I live to create. Putting a thought in a mind, a feeling in a chest or a smile on a face is where I find purpose. They say a Jack of all trades is a master of none, but still greater than a master of one. I always thought being a master of anything was overrated anyways.
