A fellow by the name of Rod Nippert gave me a call one day way back when, wanting me to come up with something to use for a new venture he was embarking on: raspberry farming. Seemed like my big chance—an opportunity to break into into the lucrative field of southeastern Ohio produce art.
Well, not really.
Rod didn't have much money to pay for the work, but for a month or two I was eating more red raspberries than you could imagine. He used the logo on his business cards and eventual had it blown up and put on the side of his pickup.