I've been singing songs since I was a small child. I was probably the only five-year-old in town who walked around singing 'Hang Down Your Head And Cry' and 'The Ballad Of Rodger Young' from an old Burl Ives record. During the Folk Scare Of The Sixties I picked up the Stella guitar my mom had given me for my birthday a few years before. Down to the corner drugstore for a new set of Black Diamond strings, and I was all set. 'For months and months I practiced hard, tryin' to learn those three main chords...' But life had other plans for me, as it did for many of us. I was severely burned in a car wreck just after I got out of high school. Not long after that, I was married. Then my wife and I were in California, being hippies. Then we had a daughter. Finally, the responsibilities overwhelmed the music, and I put my guitar down for almost twenty years. Then one day, I realized that I was a grandfather! My daughter was grown, my career(s) had been successful, and I was finally free to do what I had always wanted to do. I've been writing songs and singing them ever since....