Born on the banks of the Raritan River in New Jersey, I was bit by the Wanderlust Bug at an early age. I spent my summers growing up in a remote cabin on Lower Saranac Lake in the Adirondacks Mountains of New York State, where my wife and live and raised out 6 children. We've got a dozen granchillin's now, so I doubt we'll ever get too far away for two long. I lived in the outskirts of Geneva, Switzerland for 3 years in the late 1960s and got to travel all around Europe in a VW Bus, directed by my intrepid mother, and submissive father( who fortunately spoke 7 languages). Returning to my home town of Chatham, NJ just in time to watch the first Moon Walk and get stuck on the NY Thruway surrounded by hordes returning from Woodstock, I soon was hitchhiking around the US and Canada. The ruins of declining commune in Palmyra, Maine was my home base for 3 years in the late 1970s. A un-distinquished and abruptly interupted hitch in the US Navy Seabees exposed me to the South, and 5 cross country trips introduced me to the West Coast. Towards the end of 1982 I married my high school sweetheart, and we're still together, for better or for worse. Along the way, I fell in love with Folk and Americana music, learned a few chords on the guitar and Dobro, and wrote a few songs. My own music probably will never earn me any fame, but I enjoy listening to all sorts of Roots music, and my hobby is writing about music I like. If you send me a CD I'll be happy to give it a listen, and if I like it, I'll review it. I'm not into becoming a bona fide music critic, so I don't write bad reviews. I just ignore what I don't enjoy. Have a great day!