A man I met when his paws were still too big for his body, before maturity, scars and art had overcome the youthful appearance   I met joe in a shower of sparks, the ones behind my eyes from the effects of his over large hands balled into a fist. Over 20 years later my…

I met Joe Gardner as a fresh faced airborne artilleryman circa 1993?. I found Joe to be very charismatic, but quiet and reserved. Always deep in thought as he examined his surroundings and always in search of higher meaning and purpose in the things he experienced. I also got to meet his alter ego, the…