Once upon a time I was 12 years old listening to the Beach Boys on that transistor radio. I started surfing when I was 12 at La Jolla Shores and Pacific Beach. My mom would drop us off at the beach early in the morning and come pick us up at 4pm. All summer long. What a life. Then you blink a few times, life races on and now in my mid 60’s I’m living in the ranch lands and foothills of Southern California. I’ve sailed the waters of California, Mexico and Tahiti. I’ve performed with so many gifted artists. I’ve opened concerts for rock stars. I’ve surfed and sailed in both Hemispheres. I’ve been blessed with wonderful fans and so many friendly venues. My dreams have come true. I believe this all has been a God-Thing. How else could this have happen?