I believe he did. The "back story" is that I was adopted at six weeks of age, in 1940. I did not meet my biological mother until 2001, when I became acquainted with her and found that Andy, her youngest brother, had been with her in California when I was born. Knowing he was about to pass, he asked a nephew (my eldest newfound cousin)to hire a detective and find me, just about the time I located them. He had always wanted to know what had become of me. He, another sister and my mother were the only ones out of a family of eight who ever knew. They kept the secret all those years. Andy passed away just a year or so before I finally met all of them.

In 1960, I was on the program staff of a camp in the central Sierras. One of my fellow leaders, quite a bit older, was a teacher from Felton named Andy Andersen, to whom I took an immediate liking. We never realized we were related and I never saw him again. Life sure plays funny tricks.

I believe San Lorenzo was the high school he was with. I know he also did a lot of youth work with troubled kids, probably with county programs in the area.

You know, I had always wondered why I loved music so much when my adoptive parents were rather ambivalent about it. It turns out that my birth mom loved music and had played piano all her life. Several others in the family are talented musicians. Sorry; you only asked the time and I told you how to build a watch!

Tom