Growing Up

The most valuable education in my professional life.

Picardy Place, later Picardy Street, is shaped like the letter “T” but laying down.

You cock it with the handle and then “fire” a single chuff of air.

Terri is the middle child in our family. That’s her in the light-colored coat and hat in the foreground.

Two years later, he would have a heart attack. I vividly remember him on the bathroom floor in his underwear and Mom shooing me out, “Get ready for school.

Long hair, moustache but no beard yet, I was in transition.

The Rock began in a tool room in the back of Bebop’s garage.

… and should be. Past, present and future are all there at once.