If you've seen me walking through our lovely Sayulita of late, talking to myself, it's because I was interviewing this week's candidate-me. Sorry, but enough of you have asked for this, that the rest of you will have to suffer through my story. I will try to make it as interesting as possible.
A long time ago, in a far off land called New York, Timothy Kelley was born in a stable in December. Well, not exactly. I was born in a hospital on December 8th, and we lived over a horse stable because my father trained race horses. I grew up in New York, going to a wonderful (and I mean this) church school where I learned via the "ruler smack technique" to write cursive with my right hand, even though I was naturally left- handed. Religion and I had a "love/hate relationship" from a very early age.