A Bio (of sorts) Jerome Brown was born out of the American struggle for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. (His parents in their pursuit of happiness took liberty with each other and gave him life.) He grew up on the bread that builds strong bodies 12 ways, Howdy Doody, hula hoops, Superman, slinkies, Gene Autry, Mickey Mantle and the New York Yankees, Bob Dylan, the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Catcher in the Rye, Catch-22, Blow Up, The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly, truth, justice and the American way. Brown served his country by going to college and learning how to produce and consume goods. He tried writing the great American novel but was unable to get past the great American first sentence, so he got into advertising and put his college education to work by imploring others to produce and consume goods. He thrived in Seattle and on Madison Avenue as a writer/producer with his work appearing in the One Show (Silver Medal), New York Art Directors, CA, and Clios, among others. But...(there is always a but. As Degas said, “the real traveler is the man who never arrives.” More in his element standing next to a camera than sitting in an office with a tie around his neck, Brown bit the hand that held the hoop and started directing. After filming a project for Investors Business Daily and reading William O’Neil’s How to Make Money In Stocks, he started trading stocks part time. (When the student is ready the teacher will appear). When he’s not directing, trading stocks, or hiking with his dog, he shoots stills and still writes. “I write and take pictures because I cannot not. For me, they are a testament to, a celebration of, and a prayer for life.” Calves in the Mud Room is his first novella. Brown lives in Teton Valley, Idaho with his way cool wife and their collie, Max. He often wonders that if it all started with The Big Bang, what was there before that? This he is sure of: he is a product of animated stardust; and still traveling.