I was born
to the real-life Green Acres couple. While my father was raised on a farm, my mother was a city girl that drove a convertible,
hid movie magazines in her closet and dreamed of going to Las Vegas some day.
This unlkely pair gave the world
two sons who were almost as opposite as they were themselves. The year my older brother was named third in the state for mathematics,
I failed geometry. While my brother would go on to marry and have two children, I found the man of my dreams.
The man of my dreams happens
to be a six foot black man. Think about it, a six foot black man who was once an altar boy and a short Jewish boy. What does
that mean? It means that we are the poster children for hate crimes! Once when we went to see a friend in a show in lower
(slower) Delaware, the producer said to our friend when we left, "That was so nice of your friends, the negro and the
oriental to come see the show." We howled and called each other by these names for awhile. We've been together for
almost 20 years now. Being in a monogamous gay relationship is like dog years, so it makes our almost 20 years
really 642 in dog years. (Remember, I told you I was bad in math!)
We now reside in fabulous Las Vegas with our two cats, Elphaba
and Fiyero (If you're confused by these names go see the Broadway musical, Wicked).
I hope you enjoy my site and
I hope you realize that this site contains a version of my life, you know, sort of like when they make a movie of
someone's life - what you're getting here is the Hollywood version - it's more glamorous and much bigger than
Some Vintage Family Photos To Make You Hoot and Holler!