You ever hear the story about a guy who traded a red paperclip for a house?
Well, I’m that guy.
Hi. My name is Kyle. I grew up in Belcarra, near Vancouver. (You can read my autobiography 1979 – 1990 here: part 1, part 2.)
I’m really into projects.
Usually fun things that take on an obsessive element to some degree. Most noteworthy of these projects was the time I started with a red paperclip and traded it for bigger and better things until I wound up with a house. You may have heard about this already. In this paragraph perhaps! Anyhow, It was a silly idea and it kinda turned out to be a big deal I guess. So big that the red paperclip has become my de-facto symbol and I’m somewhat known as “the red paperclip guy.” It makes for a pleasant ice-breaker whenever the topic of “so what do you do” comes up.
But I’ll let you in a little secret. I’ve never had a personal fetish for paperclips, even red ones. In fact, the best thing I ever did was trade that silly red paperclip away in the first place! Such is life.
Nowadays I live in Montreal with my wife Dominique. (She’s got great healthy eatin’ cooking school called L’Armoire du Haut. )