At your service… An itinerant musician son of a mostly Celtic descent firefighter and an angelic Hispanic mother, my brothers and I grew up mostly on the central coast of California, riding skateboards that were little more than actual boards with skate wheels attached, while engaging so many of the 'rascalhoods' of boyhood. As it was her father's instrument in a Hollywood band, my mom made sure I had a trumpet in my hand by somewhere around 4th grade, which I played all the way into the military. After a relatively normal, if rebellious, teen hood, during which we moved to the north end of the Central Valley, I met Barbie, my life's Love, played 'tag' with a street light at about 45mph on an enduro motorcycle, and had all kinds of other late 70's sorts of fun, I managed about two semesters of community college's worth of my dad (rightly) trying to get me to 'grow up', and enlisted. In the Air Force, Life, as it is oft wont to do, offered me one of my first adult perspective motivated 'attitude adjustments'. Feeling slightly cocky at more or less 'breezing' basic training I received my 'job assignment' orders… I was to be a firefighter. It actually sort of worked out though. Those stories will likely be subject of later composition. Suffice to say, getting my share of dangerous and even deadly situations, interestingly, I was quite enjoying myself, as well as getting a new perspective on my dad! After the AF I spent a couple of years couch surfing and partying, before weathering a real flu… literally flat on my back barely able to even move for the better part of a month! This apparently calmed me down a little, though, as I subsequently married, and after two failed (life, not grades) semesters at Sac State, spent a year and a half in a Business college IT program that launched a 90's career as a 'DOS Guru', that resulted in 6 years in Hampton Roads, VA. Returning to the Pacific coast in late '99, I reunited with Barbie long enough to have an Awesome son, and get him mostly through his 'single digits'. Most of the last decade was spent 'single parenting', although his mother and I managed to stay at least semi close. And, lest I forget the adventures… Walked into (and almost back out) my local ER with a blood sugar of 850 back in '03, spent better part of a minute or more literally 'dead on a table' a few years back, and finally, most unfortunately, lost Barbie to a crash at the end of that year. That's not quite current, and does end on a tiny cliff hanger, but if you want the rest, just ask… I don't recall ever having been accused of 'talking too little'…!!