Well here I am. My story goes WAY back, so please bear with me.
When I was a teenager back in the late 60's I decided I was old enough to take life by the horns so to speak. So with the babysitting money I saved up I bought a one way ticket to CA. It didn't take long until I was wandering aimlessly on the streets, singing on the sidewalk with my guitar trying to get some spare change. When a group of very friendly hippies approached me and completely took me into their "family". Well, WHOA! At first it was a wonderful time, they fed me, we became close. But then Charlie became demanding.