What's Up:
A bacteria devoured my spine in 2004, ending my career as a
violinist and much of my activity as a photographer/artist. I
volunteer at the museum, as a docent, and at Amnesty International
and the Texas Committee to End the Death Penalty. I taught school
for a while, Special Ed. with the chronically incorrigible. I was
one, so not a stretch. I am now learning how to write, something my
grandmother had always encouraged, not something Mr. Ellis or Mr.
Manis thought a possibility-purple prose and big words.
My Occupation:
Like my majors, everything and everyone.
Peace activist, organizer of free clinics. Porn writer for ten
cents a word, theatre manager, lighting-set designer,
violinist-violist, artist-photographer, teacher, polyglot, rebel,
perpetual child.
My Family:
My blood family is all dead. I lived with a
girl from London for seven years, a cockney, went to art school,
took up with an actress for sixteen years. There are no children,
except for all of my violin students, whose lives I have evidently
enriched. Having no children was no error; I have wanted to leave
the world a better place than I found it but meet frustration daily.
I smile and carry on.Favorite Memories:
Becky, from the
Catholic school, Latin class, beer field trips, theatre, Mary Ann
Lynen, Social Studies Seminar, Latin class, Ken from Japan "he wears
a red tie, must be a communist"-administration, the girls who took
me to the proms, the race for student body president, the obscene
hats from boy's pep club ("fathers wear hats"), basketball,
orchestra, and the ever present mountains.
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