Kurt Mahler, a missionary, and his very own roll of Red Tape!

I spent some time on my godfather's farm in Harrison, Arkansas right between a semester and Summer in college.  I learned to drive a tractor and a "bush hog" that mows down everything up to saplings in a field, and learned to hunt.  "Shhh... be vewwy, vewwy quiet--I'm hunting wabbit!". Probably the best lesson in economy yet.  I was told to shoot as many rabbit as I thought I could eat, then had to clean them in the hot sun and eat every one later... it was very traumatic. Later, I learned to till the vegetable garden with a plow.

I went through a phase in college where I had to have a very loud stereo.  Using car components, I souped up this mini-jambox to about 300W RMS with the aid of Chuck Stong (pictured).  People didn't even notice the mean, 10" subwoofers I hid under my desk!

There was a time when people ate my food without asking. I cured them of this annoying habit by cooking up a bonafide cow heart the size of a football. Thinking that I was going to eat it, my friends got grossed out and never ate my stuff without asking first. Point made, I tossed out the b'loody heart.

Not everybody knew I drove a bus while i was in college to bring mission teams to Juarez, a border town opposite El Paso, TX. This green monster had no power-steering and caused chest cramps while I learned to work with it!

Micro-breweries are ubiquitous these days, but back when they were the rage, I got a bit over-zealous with my first sampler in Leavenworth, Washington.   Here, we polished off the spread so quickly I could hardly stand. Shortly after, we went down to the Pike's Place Market in Seattle to watch flying fish.