In the mid 1950's dad headed for California in an attempt to make a decent living. Freddy stayed in Texas, being raised by
my aunt. In 1956 he met and married my mom, and by 1960 they had two kids, my brother Kenny and me. They lived in southern Californiia
until after Kenny was born, living across the street from Disneyland for awhile. Dad was a union carpenter and mom a housewife. Kenny
was born a "blue baby" and was still having health problems at age two, so they moved to the bay area before I was born. Dad did concrete
work, laying foundations for 23 years before taking and early retirement and returning to Waco. He's always been a Jack-of-all-Trades type
of man, and even now he continues to work on anything and everything.
