...anyway, I was Born in Worcester Massachusetts.

Thats pronounced woos-ter,

and you gotta have a Boston accentto say it right -

(like, park da ca in da garage...Done' worry a bou'd it !)

Not a lot to talk about when i was a kid, until my teen years.

What i remember is, 45 RPM records, Roy Orbison, Bee Gees,

Rolling Stones, oh, and "The West Side Story", the musical. Picture seven

teenaged boys going to see the Jets, and the Sharks fight it out in

the streets of Worcester, I mean New york (yark),

(and it was a musical, did i tell you that?).

We sang the Jets song all the way home that night.

..."here come the Jets, ya, and were gonna beat

every last buggin' gang, on the whole buggin' street.

On the whole buggin', ever luvin'streeeeeeeeet."

(oh, we used a different word in place of buggin'

because we were all good Catholic boys. ;)

After High School, i joined, (to avoid the Army draft),

the Air Force(more like Air Farce)

where i learned about stuff like,

Huracane Camille in Mississippi

Gulf Coast August 17, 1969,

I got some pictures, on line at my Picture Page.

And then on to more happy times in Vietnam,

where for the first time

I got stoned on pot for the first time,

(am I repeating my self?) ((oh wait, i didn't inhale -

really i did, and a lot!)),

Oh yeah, then going back to the barracks

to look for a hundred feet of "flight line"

for the Security Guard.