If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
‘Cause there’s too many places
I’ve got to see

But, if I stayed here with you, 
Things just couldn’t be the same
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird, you can not change

And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Lord help me, I can’t change
Lord I can’t change

Won’t you fly high, free bird

Music by: Allen Collins. Lyrics by: Ronnie Van Zant. Sung by: Lynyrd Skynyrd

Fact of life…

It’s a fact of life that you can’t always get what you want, that the effort you put forth, your reward will be based on that effort. It’s a fact of life that maybe sometimes, you have to let life take the reins to carry you where it goes. And it’s a fact of life that, life can just suck… Such has been the ride in my life, of hills and valleys, of storms and blue skies.

As I started this venture in 1971(marriage), I was unaware of the challenges, difficulties, pain and joy that children would bring. So much emotion, so many decisions. And I’m not only talking from a parent’s standpoint, but from the child.

These kids are as different as night and day. To this day, I can’t figure how a set of parents can make three totally different individuals. With one, I hardly ever had to assist. Her life filled with a positive force that willed her along a path that any parent would be proud. Another, we had to keep on a short leash all through his early years, and a third, who just would not let us in at times.

But through life’s struggles, we become strong. Experience leads the way to perfection, or at least a better life. And those seeds that were planted during childhood will bloom someday to help inspire, shape and create that soul that will live out it’s years here on earth.

So, are we there yet? probably not. And we may never get there… I had no idea where my life was heading, back in 1971. All I knew was that I had a good women at my side and we were ready to face life together. Yes, life can suck, but life can be grand. It’s what you make of it. Be safe

Note: From my personal journal

Lessons learned…


Hanging out at a college soccer game with my grand daughter.

I was musically inclined when I was a kid, playing the ukulele and then the guitar. At 8 or 9 years I became quite an accomplished ukulele player. My neighborhood chums (David Young and Andrew Versola) and myself would play for hours at a time, everyday. By 15 yrs. I was in a band playing at parties and in school functions.

I recall one evening about 12 years old, I was sent to bed early for some unknown reason. Punishment was a rare occasion for me, being the oldest of 5 kids, I could do no wrong, or so I thought. Dad came in my room several times asking me to stop playing the uke and hit the sack. On his 5th time he grabbed the uke and smashed it over my head! This is a true story people. I would have rather have been dragged behind a car then lose my chance to play music. Mom cried.

Okay, I know there are times when a dad does something that he regrets, like the uke bashing, or whatever reason. It’s a test of patience, a test of endurance and test of love. But even I agree that there is a boiling point, that point of no return, that point that you sort of lose it and do something for which you will feel bad about. Well anyways, I learned my lesson…and Dad, he had to go and buy me a new ukulele. Shall we say, lessons learned.

Note: Excerpt from my personal journal

Just saying…

And what have Life’s lessons taught me:  I learned that candy can only go so far, that money was never the answer and that you better know what your wife said first before you start making decisions about the children.

I learned that love is always the answer, and a hug is worth it’s weight in gold. I’ve learned that patience and understanding is the key to success with the kids and the Mrs. And, Ive learned that sometimes you need to shut up and just accept. There is always another day. Cheers

Note: An excerpt from my personal journal.

I need to live it…

As I think about the last 40 or so years of my life I have finally realized that I have never had a clear vision of what my role in this life should be. Sure I had great goals, work, marriage, church so forth, but I cannot ever rememberIng once sitting down and asking myself what I really wanted to do with my life.

These past few years I have started blogging. First it was with photos as I am an avid photographer, then came short stories about family, developing into my life experiences and now…. Now, I feel the need to help others along their path in life, whether they stumble or fall or just try to stay afloat I have a desire to reach out and touch them in some small way.

I don’t consider myself a vain person, I’m bald I’m old and both my knees are gone, but I have heart and compassion. I’ve always tried not to judge and I don’t believe in first impressions. I tell you this so you in some small way will realize my true intentions and inner being.

It’s taking me all of 65 years to realize I want to influence others for good. So my blog seems like a good place to start. Writing for me has filled this void in my life and is giving me purpose and direction.

I’ve met a few great bloggers in my short writing career, learning, comparing, growing. But I came to realize I just can’t write about it, I need to live it. Now that is a novel idea, practice what you preach. In the upcoming year I’m going to see just what I am really made of. The Hawaiians call this inner self awareness this spiritual power mana.


So my goals may not be as simple as I thought, I write with passion, keep it simple, and live what I preach. Aloha

Photos: Hawaii, 1980
Camera: Nikon F