Hot Dog!

It was 1975 when I turned eight years old. My family moved from New York to Minnesota. My Mother, Father, two sisters, and our Saint Bernard travelled across country on yet another new adventure. This was to become my fifth home for no other reason than my Father was a restless soul I suppose. It… Read More

Scenic Overlook

In 1978, as a young man of eleven years of age, my whole family decided to relocate to some as yet undecided location. It was a sweltering June I recall. Like Nomads we traversed the countryside looking for that perfect spot on the map. All aboard the mega-van, my Mother, Father, three sisters, and several… Read More