i've been told i have a very good voice, but as far as i'm concerned i sound like a cat gettin it's tail stepped on when you compare me to my father. There was this little church in colusa illinois and my father would sing Oh Holy Night at christmas. His voice would fill the room. When he was up there singing the rest of the world just stopped. These are the most precious memories i have of my father. He died in august of 96, and to this day i can't hear the song without getting severly choked up. Love ya Dad.

Michael