is a painter, and a writer, intermittently adrift in the mad, mad world. He was educated at two of those popular institutions of higher learning where, thankfully, art departments are grudgingly allowed to persist, despite their relative failure to place graduates into the paint-by-number careers so many parents and students demand. Having earned a BFA in Tempe
and an MFA in Seattle
, Mr. Cummings meanders once again, and writes about himself in the third person.