DAH
DAH is me, David Anthony Hance.
Email me at [email protected] or [email protected]
Telephone or text me at +1 530-552-9471I may write, organize, plan, produce, promote, publicize, manage and make change (not the coin kind).The There There Letter ... my free weekly newsletter. You can subscribe HEREYou can also find me here, at the Writer's Residence- I am skilled, experienced, and active in the wine business, place marketing, and the performing arts.
- I communicate clearly, to make things happen, to achieve desired outcomes.
- I am pragmatic, creative, and good-humored.
- I am deeply interested in and inspired by places and the people of those places … and what they grow together.
- I have been a farmer (grapes and pears), a manager (theater companies and wineries), and a small-business owner-operator (wine bar, marketing communication company, wine importer).
- I act, sing, direct, and write scripts.
- I live in Northern California (currently: Ukiah).
- And, yes, I like maps, notebooks, pencils (also pens), and cameras. And I wear glasses.DAH BACKSTORY ...Just VisitingWe lived in Santa Monica, Mum and Dad and me, when we first came to California. I cried, said Mum, whenever we took a car trip away from town. I wasn't happy away from people and their places.I come from a place I've never lived. My parents immigrated to California when I was scarcely a year old. They never became U.S. citizens. I was an English citizen until I was nearly 40. I've spent most of my life in California, labeled with a specific legal status: "Resident Alien." Being from somewhere else, somewhere not here, is a big part of what made me me … just visiting, an alien.Since I'm just visiting, time and place are urgent and magical concepts:"Time" is the fire in which we all burn. That gives us all an essential commonality: We're all just visiting, all just fuel for the fire of human time."Place" is a wondrous, complex interplay between nature and people, inextricably entangled with each other, simmering over time's fire.When I think of home it seems for me a journey … from a mythical England where I never lived – an England of kings and queens, of Robin Hood and Shakespeare and Sherlock Holmes, of rolling green hills and ancient, magical woods – to California’s Coast, on the edge of the Pacific, where peace should reign eternal but seldom does, at the ring of fire's rim.I don't have children of my own. Nor do my two brothers. My blood family's visit here is soon ended. We burn away in the fire of time and leave behind only the residue of how we acted in this place, how we spent our brief flame of life, with nature here, and people here, all of us, all of you, just visiting.