Category Archives: AutoBlography

      As I walk on through troubled times       My spirit gets so down-hearted sometimes       So where are the strong, and who are the trusted?       And where is the harmony, sweet harmony?

David Martin was the only neighborhood friend I ever had. There had been Randy Luna, of course, who had lived briefly in the corner house with all the prune trees, the house a block east on 160th Street that my folks … Continue reading →

Tukwila was never Mayberry RFD. The student body at Foster High School was never made up of Opie Taylor, Dobie Gillis, Veronica Lodge, Wally Cleaver, Richie Cunningham, Winnie Cooper and Marcia Brady. The demographics were a lot rougher than that. … Continue reading →

There’s an interesting tale about the guiding principle behind my view of existence: that there is a Power in this Universe which is able to do immeasurably more than all we could possibly ask or imagine. And I’ll be telling … Continue reading →

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. Oh, God! Do I really want to invoke David Copperfield? Well, yes.