Welcome to Drive Swim Fly

My childhood was a little different. Most kids grow up in the same place, with the same friends since kindergarten, finally venturing out into unknown lands in their early twenties when they realize going to Orlando for spring break hasn’t made them a world traveler. Not me. You see, my house moved.

When I was six months old, my parents sold everything they owned, used their small savings account to purchase a recreational vehicle (yep, an RV) and began a decade-long adventure as vagabond puppeteers. No kidding. We were basically carnies...