Paul Branigan is the kind of guy who throws himself at whatever he happens to be interested in. And because he’s got the attention span of a fruit fly, that means he’s throwing himself at an awful lot of things, pretty much all the time.
Puppetry. Bird watching. Model rockets. Charcuterie.
“There’s just so much to learn,” he told me one day, back from Dubuque with a wood burner and an arm full of boards. “There’s just so much to do.”
