Born in the Scottish Highlands in 1884, he’s been known as the ‘kite gnome’ since just a wee lad. Nobody remembers his given name, and that’s OK with him. After making his way to America in the late 1950s, he built a little cabin and workshop in the hills of western North Carolina. He doesn’t travel much anymore. He says the last 135 years are catching up with him, but I think he just doesn’t like being too far gone from his hills, his cabin, and the little trout stream that runs behind the shop.
Somewhere around ’99, he met this odd little man named Ken, who lives down at the base of his beloved mountains. His new friend was a kitemaker, as was he a long time ago, but that’s another story. The two go to kite festivals, and the kite gnome will talk of his days spent flying kites with friends back in the Highlands. He always likes to say that the best people come with ‘strings attached’.
Lately, he’s been thinking about ways to share a little of the joy he’s felt and seen in the eyes of countless people around the world flying kites. His mind’s sharp as a tack, and the cabin has a pretty good internet connection, so we set him up with an old computer. He’s taken to drawing stuff and writing down things he finds interesting. He says he has an idea for a website to sell t-shirts. Not just any t-shirts, mind you, but kite related shirts and swag. We’ve grown fond of the crazy old gnome, so whatever form this venture winds up taking, Ken and I are in for the long haul.
Thanks for stopping by. Check back now and again to see how the kite gnome is coming along with his designs and website building. Until then, be well.
Update: Hold on, suddenly the old son of a hill-gnome is rambling on about something bigger, something grander. Oy! Hang on, it’s gonna be a ride!