Who Am I, Really? Y.A. Picker

The Who are slamming out Who Are You

This week was a flight from Denver to Kansas City, Missouri, USA. Rented a truck and did the work thing with old friends of mine down in Pittsburg, KS. Excellent time, as always. Flew home Thursday. Head out to Ontario, California next Monday. Somewhere else the following week, Houston I think. My calendar will let me know. I work for myself; my clients are select but abide in all four corners of the USA and beyond. I bring my meager skills to them. Work is work though. Everyone does it. I don’t dwell on it. My mind is on my next little big adventure.

The first little big adventure actually began over 67 years ago in Richmond, Virginia, USA and has been the singular constant in my life ever since then. I have worked and played hard and have never turned down the chance to head out on the next little big adventure. If the road is crooked, I’ll be there. I have been and continue to be the lucky one. Music and pictures and words (mine and other’s) are my constant companion in my head. I prefer solitude over crowds. From my perch above the northern end of Horsetooth Reservoir, Bellvue, Colorado, I can catch the sunrise and the sunset. My needs otherwise are pretty simple. My old box guitar is a 1985 Yairi Alvarez, purchased new. I’ve written a few books solo and in conjunction with my oldest friend and partner in crime William House…