This simple song encapsulates and honors the simple, sweet, unwavering love and respect I observed between my in-laws. It was a love-you-no-matter-what kind of love.

This song is about my Uncle Dennis, a free spirit, Vietnam vet, and sculptor of metal.

A song about love and loss. Dedicated to Carol and Don Kydd.

Written for my mum for Christmas 2021, and featuring my mum in the final chorus!

I wrote this when I was 19 looking for a place to live. I accidentally played a wrong note when playing 'Sister Gold Hair' by America and that happy accident turned out as this song : )

I was a “road warrior” for two decades spending way too much time flying around the USA and some international destinations for my business. I knew that I was flying too much when two of my best friends were the bartender and a breakfast cook at the Denver airport. This song is about the breakfast cook.

Ruben caught me one day in the terminal hallway and shared some of his recent stories. I was so taken by his stories that day that I felt the need to go straight to the gate for my next flight and capture some of the words flowing of of me. After a lot of typing, I realized that I was at the wrong gate! (I did make the flight as the doors were closing.)

The words became the lyrics to this song. The music showed up almost a year later and the song became one of my favorites.

December 2021 - I was recently flying through Denver and learned that Ruben was no longer working there after the pandemic. However, I did find his bowling partner who was still employed and was able to get his cell phone number. For now, his number is not accepting calls. The story lives on……..

Prodigal son story.