Since I have my own thread...
I moved from Vallejo (bay area) to Visalia at 6 years old. My dad worked at Mayer Island ship yard in Vallejo. I can remember him and my grandpa sitting out back shooting rats as they ran across our back yard with 22's as they got drunk on whiskey. My job was to pile up the dead rats.
I went to...Washington, Jefferson, Divisadero, Mt Whitney and the College of the Seqouia's.
Picked fruit during the summers in my HS years where I was a football/track star.
Got married at 19, yep, she got pregnant. I needed a job, enter...US Navy.
There went my dream of being a pro football player.
After the Navy I sold health insurance for a few years, worked for my son in law. Then got burned out on working nights so I quit and starting working at an Olive plant, my uncle was a foreman there.
After our divorce, I ran the streets for the next 10 years. I did meet Jane, we got married in Vegas after a drunk wekend, that last about a year, we got married for the rigth reason...sex..but then found out we didn't like each other. So back to running the streets, all the while collecting music and reading.
Then one night after losing a backgammon game (which decided where we go) me and my best friend Stan (black guy who played cornereback for Hayward State once upohn a time) end up at the Paul Bunyan in Porterville. The night I met Judy, that was 30 years ago, she was 21 and I was 33.
So yes there is a God.