Born in Drayton Valley and raised In Rock Rapids, Alberta, Canada, the father of two wonderful boys, I grew up in a blue-collar household: everyone worked. I spent a lot of days just running around the woods that surrounded our hamlet and playing in the creek for which it was named. In grade school, I discovered a desire to tell stories; some of them were history-class knowledge twisted with fiction for English class assignments. Sometimes telling stories around the camp fires by the old abandon buildings behind our house. After school, like most people in this town, I went to work. For twenty-five years I worked in the oilfield, much like Bill. Started as a helper and worked my way to supervisor, owning my own contracting company. For about the last six years I have had an urge to write about Bill, I finally just got to it.