My given name is Kerry Dee Fores – obviously I had no say in that decision. Some people call me Danger. They do so because I asked them to. I have my reasons and they're not what you think. I’ve always said that you cannot nickname yourself, yet I have. And now I can live The Life of Danger. I'll trample the elderly to get to a pun. And I'll change my middle name as soon as my parents stop reading the legal notices.
Born to my parents, my early years were spent growing taller. Between 1966 and 1968 my age doubled, and then doubled again between 1970 and 1976. When I completed middle school I walked or rode my bicycle home. In high school I fell in with the wrong crowd which led to good grades, failing to discover alcohol, and scoring only two dates. Both girls (hi Connie and Sheri), individually (this was not a threesome), chose to see Porky's. I chose to not date again until Porky's' left the theater. But then came Porky's II and my love life was delayed further.
After doing time in the Air Force I returned to my parent’s basement - umm, to a drafting position I had in high school. That grew into a career in technical writing and technical illustration. After nearly twenty years developing manuals for industrial machinery - as rewarding as that may sound - I pestered my way into a position at an upstart experimental aircraft manufacturing company called Sonex Aircraft. It has been an evolving position to which I still cling. I was Sonex Aircraft's first employee and earned “Employee of the Month” for twelve consecutive months. When a second employee was hired I suspended the “Employee of the Month” program.
I have put off figuring what I want to “be” long enough that now I don’t have to “be” anything. That is a nice way to be.
For twenty years my non-work hours were filled with a marriage, raising three kids (Fact: With a south-facing exposure you can extend their growing season by nearly five weeks!), remodeling homes, building an airplane, and operating an online aviation art retail business. For a creative outlet I edited a national car club’s magazine. Now I’m single, a (young) grandpa, and embracing my inner biker.
Hobbies include running, writing, photography, covering old countertops with concrete, and filming myself mowing my lawn. I have a Gretsch hollowbody electric guitar that I regularly dust, as my true talent lies in playing the stereo. Two life-long goals remain and it will be critical to complete them in the correct order: Design and build my own home, and starve to death as a writer. As you can imagine, the latter is coming along nicely.