Iam a musician. My father was born into a musical family and could play the harmonica so well that he could have been a match for the famous Charlie McCoy. He also had a rich, bass singing voice and could play the piano by ear. I well remember hearing an old tune, “Mockingbird Hill,” ringing out from those ivory keys throughout our house when I was a kid.

It is through music that I identify with my father, and music is my passion.

I can be found singing at retirement homes, at restaurants, during country gospel events and even, most recently, outside a grocery store in Vancouver.

It was my brother Larry’s idea. We had just finished playing for an hour at the Knights of Pythias Retirement Center on Main Street in Vancouver when one of the residents approached me to express how she has be

See Full Page