California here I come! or:
1979-1985, The Blunder years
    Gail and I moved to Orange County where her friend, Cindy Gudger (on left) from high school, had moved to earlier. We stayed in Cindy's two bedroom rented condo in Irvine. Gail had flown out earlier, and I packed everything we owned in a 1970 Datsun station and drove west. I got there in January of 1979 and Gail and I were married on March 24, 1979. In June of that same year, Cindy went to Sacramento to visit friends and Gail and I one day were leaving to go to work. Gail accidentally left Cindy's toaster, which didn't work right, on and in 15 minutes I was called back home by the Irvine fire department. The downstairs was charcoal and upstairs had no roof. My cat and Gail's dog survived, but Cindy's two cats died of smoke inhalation.
    Cindy sued us in a court case for personal damages that dragged on for 2 years. This proved to be both financially and emotionally draining. After which, we settled out of court for $2000.
However, by 1985, after 6 years of marriage, our personalities proved too different to stay together and we filed for divorce. (Picture to the right: Gail and her dog Barney).

1986-1988 Rough Years
    These were some of the most difficult years. In 1986, after 32 years of living with someone, I was now on my own. A year later, I met someone I would fall deeply in love with. Cathy. We saw each other for 7 months, and although that's a whole story in itself, in 1987, so many bad things happened. My dad died, Cathy and I broke up, I lost my job and my cat Figgy, which I had for 12 years, died. All within 2 months.
    After I lost all four things, a friend of mine, Dave Auerbach, suggested him and I go into business with some of my ideas. He funded the office and equipment that we used, but of course he couldn't fund me. And I wasn't employed or making a salary. This was a very difficult financial time. Plus, I was still in mourning about a lot of things. These situations really taxed my emotions and often I felt like I was just walking around like a zombie.
    After a year of trying, the business didn't take off and we closed the doors. Most of that time I was unemployed and in a blue haze. But luckily, near the end of 1988, I started work again.

1989-1994 Years of More Positive Things
    After working for a while, I began getting more settled in mind and emotions. I started to date and in a short while met Carmen Ruiz. Her and I had a year long relationship that both amused me and also was difficult to handle. Carmen was very opinionated and passionate. They vicariously balanced each other. I was very in love with her, but after 9 months pushed the marriage issue. I probably would have married her if she hadn't. She left before we could make that work.
    Shortly after meeting Carmen, I happened upon an ad in the local newspaper for comedy writers and technical people. Seeing I had experience in both I applied and found that it was a band of people doing their own local access comedy show called "Poor TV". It got reasonable critic acclaim and I also met my best friend on the west coast, Max Espinoza. We wrote 7 shows and I really enjoyed writing again.
    By 1989, I bit the bullet and decided to go to DJ school. I was able to balance unemployment insurance with having a roommate and was able to do school full time. I had planned to go on the radio as a career, but they never tell you going in that you only make $6 and hour to start.
    In 1990, my father's house finally sold and I inherited $89,000. I spent the next year working hard, from home, trying to make a business of my own work. I designed a pay telephone and just as I was about finished, I ran out of money and had to go back to regular work. Unfortunately, the pay phone industry was a fading business with cell phones on the horizon.
    Towards the end of the year that followed, I met Teece Skelton and we had a relationship that lasted a year long. It was great living with another writer and helping her document her manuscript. Unfortunately, there was no spark of love there between us and she loved to Maryland to be with her brother who had just gone through a divorce.

1995-1998 Resettled or Unsettled?
    I had one bad relationship after another. There was a string of them that made me wonder if I was ever going to be married again. Just when I was about to give up, I met Lori Howard. She had been married before also, and had three daughters from that marriage. Their ages were 3, 6 and 9 when I met them in 1995. Within a few short months of dating, Lori and the girls moved into my place. We lived together for about 6 months, then decided one day to get married. We had a very nice simple ceremony on Catalina Island that was very romantic.
    Our first year of marriage seemed quite ideal. I was doing consulting work and was able to stay home and look after the girls. We started using up some money going on small trips, but not to the point where regaining regular employment wouldn't have paid it back in a few months. However, my brother had a knee operation and had heart palpitations during it. I had always planned to move to Connecticut temporarily to spend time with him, but only after I had been successful at my own business and could afford to go there. Still, at Lori's assurance, we decided to move out to Connecticut. This caused a real financial burden. Although it seemed as if we had worked out the details, when we got there, we had far less money than anticipated. Within 7 months our credit cards were getting filled up. Lori couldn't help financially as she implied she could and our finances fell even further.
    We decided after 18 months to move back to California which only added more debt. By the time we had settled back in Orange County, we had $60,000 in credit card debt. Within a year, we filed bankruptcy, which I didn't like doing. Just as the bankruptcy was being finalized, Lori left suddenly one day and moved in with someone else she had been talking to over the Internet. She stayed with him for a year, then left him for another person whom she eventually married. Again I was on my own.

Where Do We Go From Here? (1999-2001)
    Although I had certainly been through some rough times, I am not a quitter. I have a great amount of tenacity and determination. But, I had been tested and was tired. I started talking out load to my dad. In many ways, I started to feel as if he was watching over me. At least I felt it was my dad. I asked for someone I could feel love for and who could love me. Someone I felt attracted to and was smart. Someone I could make a life with. In all the details, it seemed as they were filled with Juanita.
    Juanita and I met in mid May and she literally moved in on the second date. She spent the night and never left. She was 47 and had been sharing her apartment with her 27 year old daughter, her daughter's daughter and boyfriend. Plus, they had a house guest. So all in that cramped 3 bedroom apartment, she escaped and began living at my place.
    Our relationship went very well and I was pleased with much of Juanita's mentality and emotional state. This was definitely a move in the right direction. However, after about 9 months, I felt like there wasn't that special spark there. I knew I didn't truly feel in love. I tried doing all kinds of things to feel that way, but nothing worked. I ended out relationship exactly in one year in mid May of 2000. Juanita left and in a few short months started dating a friend of mine whom I had known for 10 years. He's now no friend of mine. Still, I was sorry to see Juanita go. She was very nice.
    Some time, and a few short term relationships later, I met Cecilia Edralin. A very sweet 31 year old Philippino woman who is a nurse. We started dating in April of 2001 and she's very sweet, patient, funny and intelligent. And I like that she's also very good around the house. She still lives at home with her parents, but she's part owners of the house. She spends about half the week at my place.
    One of the most important things that happened, was the sudden increase in my medical research. For many decades since my mother's death, I had been doing research on cures for cancer. At the time of my mother's death, I had read an article about a man in France named Antoine Prioré. He had devised a way to cure cancer using a frequency device and it worked 100% of the time. I was always intrigued, but never could afford to recreate such a million dollar machine. While searching the Internet for more information on him, I came across another person who had done much of the same thing 40 years earlier. His name was Royal Raymond Rife. Seeing that his device was far less expensive, I decided this would be a good place to start practical development of a physical unit and test some theories.
    What I found was a story and information that fueled me like gas on a fire. Not only was this device easy to create, but there was a wealth of information on Royal Rife. I started my own Royal Raymond Rife web page and am constantly drawn towards finding out more of the truth and how to make this kind of technology a reality. I truly feel that I will find a good portion of the answer and make a positive difference.
    It seems like everything I've ever wanted is starting to happen all at once. I once thought it was my father looking over me. Juanita said she sensed it was my mother. In any case, I thank who ever is trying to push me in the right direction and I know something big is going to happen soon. I go forward into the 21st century with a lot of hope and belief that anything is possible. All you have to do is want it hard enough and have enough tenacity to make it happen and be patient.