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Junior High days in Houston, Texas.

You can give a boy a shoeshine kit but you can't change the fact he's a hunter/gatherer.

An unexpected gig in North Vancouver. The medicine was strong that night. It was better than church.

While studying up how to be safe in the woods, I hurt myself at home.

Paying my respects to one of my guiding hands. Compadre, you’re with me everyday and I could never fill up your boots.

Tracing the thread of my favorite Neil Young song through the fabric of my life.

Swimming at gunpoint in Beaumont, Texas, a side trip to the Alamo and playing Red’s last requested songs on the Greyhound.

Man’s best friend meets a man of constant sorrow on the Rainbow Bridge, ladies sing, a lesson is learned and a torch is passed.

When you account for your ancestors, you are never alone. When you account for their foes, you need to watch your six.

A Louisiana Boy Scout camping trip in the Sixties. I learn about trust, responsibility and friendship.

In a play ground in Louisiana, I become a medicine boy and have my first fight. Magic is science not yet understood.

Paying my respects to the grandmother of my first-born son. Chun Ying, you were sweet as a chicory flower and strong as the roots.