Ask me. My wife passed away at the age of 23. I'm shattered, on the road. I've wrote more songs than most. Many about her over these last years. The people need to hear them. So, im busking, playing small venues, talking to the people.

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

It's lonely out here. Beyond words. I might need to borrow your shower. Those are priceless. So is good conversation. So is coffee...:)

Interests

Pipes and tobacco, bicycles, bicycle touring, bicycle racing, old steel bikes...old suntour parts, etc.

Smoky bars, old guitars, campfires and laughter. Beer. Pretty gals. Smart gals. Interesting guys and gals.

Civil rights. The plight of the homeless, and vets, and i love cats. Dogs are nice, too.

• cats
• dogs
• civil rights
• beer
• coffee

Music, Movies, and Books

Cormac McCarthy, hemingway, kerouac, burroughs, l'amour, etc etc etc etc etc oh and mark twain.

Teach, Learn, Share

I sang a song on the street that i wrote about my wife's passing. The refrain goes, "I'm holding your hand, and im not lettin' go."

To see a child holding grandma's hand and hearing my song and feeling safe, and ok, is sad and beautiful. My wife would understand. Such sadness becomes such love, and hope for a better tomorrow.

What I Can Share with Hosts

Stories and songs. Company, companionship. I keep my word better than most, and i believe that words have meaning. Never left nobody, but they felt safe and wanted to be left. That is a fair measure of who i am.