Letter from the Founder

Last year the coolest guy I ever met died. Unlike the two million people around the world who have perished as a result of Covid-19, my friend died in an accident. He was working on his pick-up truck when it must have come off a jack-stand and crushed him. It is my sincere hope that he did not suffer, and that, in his final moments, he was assured of the many people who loved him and looked up to him as the hero he was. He was certainly a hero to me.

I met Jason Michael Haivala, known to his friends as Jake, during my existential sojourn into the American west, on the grass plains of the Big Sky Country known as Montana. Here’s how it happened. Upon completing my two and a half years of national service in Singapore, I seized