I was one who came out of the fifties coffee house scene in the US, progressed to the point of being a member of a folk trio, complete with a manager and professional bookings. It was early in the Viet Nam era. Our youngest member, our bass player and maybe our most creative influence in many ways, left for the Army. We had just won a spot on a USO tour to the far east in a San Francisco-based competition, so the timing was disasterous. I was starting a family and trying to finish college.

I decided to take a break from performing. From that point on, I performed occasionally as a single, but found fewer opportunities and fewer kindred souls with whom to work. Then, in 1975, I was involved in a bicycle vs. auto accident which severely damaged my left index finger (and other parts). It took a couple of years becore I could bar chord again, but not with the former dexterity. I am fortunate to be able to play at all.

My son carries on. He has the passion and willingness to make the sacrifice for his art. He works full time to support this wonderful habit. I now play for my own enjoyment and an occasional private get-together, but long ago realized I was not going to make a living at music. I feel blessed to have been involved when I was able.