I was born in San Angelo, Texas, in 1940. Down the road apiece, my family moved to Austin, Texas, where Mom’s sisters, brother, and other family members lived. Dad moved to San Francisco; he had learned he was gay, and more compatriots lived in San Francisco than Texas.

My cousin Guy, his wife Barbara, their kids and grand-kids live in Central Texas, too… a great place to live. Austin is a terrific music town — hello, Willie Nelson! — with many artists and a raft of Sixties hippies who have determined never to grow old. Keep Austin Weird; that’s the city’s motto.

My first wife Pat and I brought forth a son, Randy (Pat did the heavy lifting). Randy is a guitarist, excellent husband to his lovely wife Linda — and they are parenting their three remarkable daughters, bright, sunny and hilarious. Here’s a picture, when they were younger, at cheerleader rehearsal. Or maybe they were being held up by the dreaded Cookie Burglar.
I’m retired now from life as an all-night disc jockey: Ardis Against The Night on WHAM, in Rochester, New York, in the late Sixties, years ago. Post-deejaying, I veered off into work as a technical writer, grants writer (Stand Against Domestic Violence; hooray for #MeToo) and marketing writer. More recently I located the first love of my life from The Late Sixties/Early Seventies. One day we will move from The Land Where Traffic Never Stops to a quieter place. If such exists in the United States!