[Sacajaweau]

My father was an exquisite waiter at all the elite clubs in Rochester, NY. He was always able to get the piano player to play "Home on the Range".

Guess what the first song I learned was....

[Constitutions Grandchild]

My father, also a member of the Musician’s Union until the day he died, was probably the piano player. ;-) He taught it to me on our front porch swing while playing his guitar. I believe I learned to sing, before I learned to walk. They tell the story that my first performance was on the bar at Doc’s Blue Ribbon Tavern at the age of 18 months. I was still in diapers, belting out “Five Foot Two”.