My dad was born on May 17, 1921
He was the very first classical guitar student EVER at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music.
The sun coming up over his porch.
Tradition. Hanging out at Morro Bay.
I love to read and write because of my dad. These are some of the books he has given me throughout the years. They are usually about animals, how your mind can heal you, how to travel and get paid for it, Alaskan stories, Peace walkers, sailors, train hoppers, and how to play the guitar.
Guitar Whitey singing the blues on a sunny porch.
My dad found this deer antler down at the creek near my parent's house on the central coast of California. He laid it on my pillow when I was there in March. I cried. Of course!
He's been singing me songs since I was three years old. In this picture I think he is singing the song "Green Broom", a song about a young man who has difficulties ever getting out of his bed. It was my favorite.
His smile lights up my life.
I grew up playing on the beach, learning about animals in the woods, fishing in creeks and hearing all kinds of amazing stories.
My dad is a movie star. If you get the chance to see the PBS documentary 'American Experience ' RIDING THE RAILS, you'll get to see him up close and personal. Here he is on a boxcar of a train with the New York producers of the film.
My dad taught me everything I know about nature, animals, books, music and respect for all things.
I wouldn't be who I am today if it weren't for him.
It's his birthday.
HE IS 93!
And he is AWESOME!