born during the great blizzrd of '47, new york, ny, i was unwillingly relocated by my family to a tract house,1 of 99, in a dismal l.i. suburb from which i left thus fulfilling my third primary ambition in life [the first of which was getting big enough for my feet to touch the floor while sitting in a chair and the second of course was losing my virginity] bound for the great wisconsin land grant university where i primarily learned to demonstrate against a war, use non-prescription drugs and continue to have *** as frequently as was possible, only to migrate to chicago where, leaving a job as a teacher and a lousy teacher i was, i taught myself to play the mandolin and guitar and ventured forth into a career as a professional musician playing and doing whatever made the phone ring only to find myself back in wisconsin 25 years later and my doesn't time fly. my primary ambition like my third is to blow this hamlet as it is as mind numbing as was my tract house origins. i close with a saying of my late and sainted mother. "don't let the bastards get you down." thank you for your kind attention.