Zach Hively

A sighting of a feral mind in its natural habitat.

I heard the late Sir Terry Pratchett fart. And then he advised me where to shop for fine hats. 

I made Sabine Lisicki smile. Before she was a famous Wimbledon finalist.

Dave Barry took MY picture as proof that we met.

At a CSN concert, Graham Nash flirted with me, instead of with the hot young twist at my side.

I raced a 1920s steam locomotive over two mountain passes, and I didn’t die.

Stalk me on Twitter. Send me craft beer. Ask me things. Unless you’re a d-bag; then don’t.


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