I was born in a magical place called The Suburbs. Rows of hedge-trimmed houses, mowed lawns, and a rusty Pontiac station wagon in the driveway. In those streets of sameness my imagination grew. An old cardboard refrigerator box could take me anywhere: a tall ship being tossed about the sea’s fury, wrecking on some uncharted island, or an Ion Blaster 5 spaceship exploring the strange Boomerang Nebula. I am now a graphic designer living in San Francisco and still love to think outside the refrigerator box.