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Music and Me Bottom Row:  Me at 4 with my Mom, My Sister and my Grandmother Top Row: My Grandfather, Aunt Lynne, and my Dad F or those of you who have been following this blog, I'm still on my way to California. It's not a short drive and I am taking my time. So, in the meantime I have decided to post a few music based stories. When I first thought about doing a blog about me it was with my nephews in mind, since they mostly knew me through my brother's or sister's eyes but it was just something I thought about from time to time. A number of my friends told me one evening that they just did not get the Beatles so I wrote a piece on why they shouldn't dismiss the Beatles and sent it to them. They knew of course that I really liked music and after they read my piece they suggested I do a podcast on music. I've never thought I spoke very well and if I was going to be talking about music I would want to play it as well. I wasn't sure what ...

Toujours Eugene A last lunch with Frank - an expression of my thoughts about leaving Eugene E ugene was the first place I lived other than where I grew up on Long Island that I thought of as home, and in some ways I still think of Eugene as home. My decision to move to Oregon was partially based on talking with some people I knew from Oregon along with a long strange weekend I spent there up in the hills somewhere east of Medford. That was my lone visit to Oregon and it was when I was in the Air Force stationed at Beale AFB in Northern California. I picked the University of Oregon in Eugene strictly on faith. My research included a write-up about it in a book titled “The Underground Guide to The College of Your Choice”. W hen I arrived in Eugene in 1974 to attend the University there I had never seen Eugene and did not know anyone who lived there but I was eager to claim Eugene as my new home. My first impression of the town and University was positive and I fo...