Jack Underhill lives in Borrego Springs and Minneapolis, whichever is warmer or drier at the time. He's worked as an opal miner, magazine writer and publisher, television news director, and wood cutter and sawyer. When he was younger he ran with the coyotes at night and raised chickens by day. Till he went broke.
On a walk to the beach a little girl tells her grandfather that she wants to be raised by giraffes. Kiddingly, he suggests alternative parents to consider, like the wind. She explains why that won't do.