Lou Foehn was born Lucino Foehn in 1985. Growing up in Minneapolis, Minnesota he was quickly exposed to the magical realism of everyday life. Minneapolis has always been a home well known for eccentric characters. Lou has looked to these men and women for mentorship and inspiration for his entire life.
In college he pursued formal training in Persuasion, minoring in Deceit, and was awarded a degree in political science. After finally obtaining his degree Lou was surprised to find he had died of a sudden and catastrophic arrest of the pineal gland. He was disappointed further to learn that in fact he has been dead for several years but had been too busy to notice. As he was unsure of university policy on awarding undergraduate degrees to the deceased he decided to remain quiet on the matter.
Lou found himself quite amenable to death as he had been cured of a previously debilitating fear of it. Seeing how he was already dead there was very little to worry about in staying the same. With this new found “courage” Lou gratefully accepted employ fighting wildfires in the great state of California. This work would be cut short two years later after Lou was diagnosed with a severe and incurable condition of “butter fingers”, the disease having only been slowed by his death years earlier. Predictably, fingers made of butter are inefficient and slow when in the deserts of the southwest, especially when working around flame. Additionally, as the disease progressed, coworkers of Lou wound recall how Lou tended to keep a collection of his fingernails. Worse yet, they would find him applying these trimmings to the next morning’s pancakes or scones. Needless to say he would not return for a third fire season.
Lou remembers this as a dark time. With fingers falling off and without a death certificate his future was looking grim. He resolved that if he could not certify his death the only solution would be to reclaim his life. It would take enough web pages to fill a web book to recount the many legs of such a journey but it took him all the way from Australia to New Orleans, with many excursions along the way. With the help of many loved ones Lou returned to life and has been cherishing it greatly ever since.
Today you can often find him at his home, working in the garage on a new painting or at the keyboard, attempting to discern the facts from the fiction.