I turned eighteen at the end of June. By mid-September, I was married with two children. That’s a long story that I’d like to tell you sometime. I’m still married to the same gal and our family has grown to include more children, grandchildren, and the dogs and a cat. Technically, my wife and I have no pets but that’s another story as well.
I’ve worked a lot of bad jobs. I’ve sold vacuum cleaners. I’ve sold life insurance. I’ve even worked repossessing furniture and the occasional wedding ring. I also worked in the criminal justice field for a little bit.
My wife became a nurse and some of our children are following her path. All of our children have her fierce independence. That makes me very proud. She makes me proud. She’s my biggest champion and the one that encouraged me to start singing.
I started singing and writing songs in my thirties; I’m in my forties now. I’ve written a lot of songs. Some are decent, others are better. The songs may not be the best but they’re mine. Often, they tell the story of my family and the folks we’ve met along the way.
At the end of the day, I’m just another guy with a guitar.