PRIVATE JOURNAL CHAPTERS
CHAPTER 1
Genesis
CHAPTER 1 - EXCERPT
I took my first breath in San Gabriel General Hospital in Los Angeles county, California, during the early morning hours of October 7, 1961. A typical Caucasian newborn, I was born with pale blue eyes and light hair, though one of my ears was badly crumpled. The temporary deformity alarmed my birthfather, who soon disappeared from our lives. Perhaps it was one straw too many for a young man in a deteriorating marriage.
My birthfather had been a bass player in a bar band. His name was Darrell Eugene Nairne, but everyone called him Dusty. He enjoyed arranging music, and had a particular talent for vocal charts. Although Dusty was in my life for just a few weeks, DNA lasts a lifetime. No doubt some of my modest musical talents came from him...
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CHAPTER 1 - PHOTO GALLERY
COMING SOON
CHAPTER 1 - EXCERPT
Patricia Ann Robinson was a 20th century renaissance woman. She sang opera, played violin in the local symphony, painted with acrylics, discussed organic chemistry and zoology at the dinner table, and plucked the banjo. She learned European languages, re-upholstered furniture, planted gardens, and cooked from scratch.
Mozart, Beethoven, Gershwin, and Bach filled our home with music until the records were worn out from constant playing.
At one point mom opened a school for the arts, offering a wide menu of courses – French language, piano, ballet, painting, violin, sketching, guitar, and jazz dance. Of course, she taught every class…
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