Eric Diehl

Eric is a tinkerer; he likes to make things. Perhaps it began with a custom van built in the long-haired days of the seventies—an old school bus with an engine salvaged from the junk yard. Or with the dozens of motorcycles ridden, broken, repaired and ridden again. Eric has built furniture and guitars; he’s screen-printed t-shirts and he’s used software to created package-design. He’s written software for corporations large and small—for a time working out of the traveling RV he and Sue called home. He built and flew a gyrocopter over the cane-fields and beaches of south Florida.

But of all the avocations in which he’s dabbled, Eric stands most in awe of one. Consider that most elusive of creations—the story. Ink on paper, black on white—a collection of simple syllables woven into a journey bounded only by the imagination.

After more than three decades in south Florida, Eric and lovely wife Susan moved to the Upstate region of South Carolina, where the nearby Appalachian mountains clamor for exploration. Motorcycling remains a life-long passion, and he forever persists in being confounded by the acoustic guitar.