I'm a regular dude from Kansas who grew up with pigs and cows.
There's kind of a summer camp aspect of filming on location.
I live in a cabin in Santa Cruz.
I grew up in rural Oregon in a log house with bark left on inside and out. We had no electricity, a massive stone fireplace, a grand piano, and tons of books.
I'm more at home with my log cabins than I am in my house in Cherry Hill.
I was born in 1940 in Minnesota and grew up in the country... dirt roads, swamps, lakes, woods.
I'm just about to move to a place that you can only get there by rowing a boat across a loch, which I'm thoroughly looking forward to it. It's not got electricity or anything.
And takin' a bath in the creek. That's the stuff that really made it worthwhile. Anybody can stay in a motel.
You might be a redneck if you wish your outhouse was as nice as those at the state park.
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we might display, By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
I had rather live with cheese and garlic in a windmill.
I grew up on a dirt road with brothers.
Getting to places like Bangkok or Singapore was a hell of a sweat. But when you got there it was the back of beyond. It was just a series of small tin sheds.
Fifteen years ago, my wife and I purchased an authentic log cabin in Maryland. Painstakingly restored since, the cabin sits on a forested bluff high above a wide river frequented by ospreys, eagles, geese, herons, and other water fowl.
I will always approach life from a small-town vibe. It makes experiences more fantastical.
Deep down I have this atavistic feeling that really I should be in the country.
I grew up in Michigan. I feel like a lot of my childhood was in solitude, in the woods or making tree forts.
