Born next to the Little Ole Lady From Pasadena, I have gathered the politics and stories of my blue-collar Chicago-born family who took trains and drove twice on Route 66 to Los Angeles (Southern California). Flew on a plane to NYC and fulfilled my dreams, I call myself a New Yorker now having lived there long enough, and then seeking spirituality and affordability, moved again to the Southwest. Hear those Native flutes, distant drums, thunderbolts of flash floods and train whistles of travel along with the tinkling of wind catching bells.

Born next to the Little Ole Lady From Pasadena, I have gathered the politics and stories of my blue-collar Chicago-born family who took trains and drove twice on Route 66 to Los Angeles (Southern California). Flew on a plane to NYC and fulfilled my dreams, I call myself a New Yorker now having lived there long enough, and then seeking spirituality and affordability, moved again to the Southwest. Hear those Native flutes, distant drums, thunderbolts of flash floods and train whistles of travel along with the tinkling of wind catching bells.