I was born a long time ago. My parents had the foresight to move from Minnesota to California when I was about one year old. (Minneapolis was 20F below zero in for three months in a row.) Thus, I had the honor of growing up in San Francisco. When I was young we lived mainly in old Victorian flats with high ceilings, curved bay windows and no heat or AC. One of them still had the old gas lights installed, though they no longer worked. That experience gave me an ingrained sense of history. I started reading at about age 5, and started writing stories when I was 9. My earliest reading were the Oz books, then I progressed to Edgar Rice Burroughs, who taught me proper use of the English language. Every child and adult should read Tarzan. When I grew up, I graduated from San Francisco State College, but that was after my real education in the U.S. Army. I learned how to use tools, how to clean stuff, how to communicate, and how to blow things up. Luckily, I was never in actual combat. Later I lived in other places, such as New York City and Mexico D.F. Today I occupy a spot on the shore of Clearlake, California. I spent years working in public service as my day job. Now I write stories, most often about early San Francisco and the West. Now and then I do something in the paranormal or fantasy worlds. I am living life as I love it.