I guess Polaroid snapshots from the mid-60's always developed into grainy black & white prints of tricycles, scout uniforms, and summertime watermelons! Visit any of the linked web sites by clicking on the colored words in the following text. As with the entire site, you may also find that clicking other images and objects will lead you to unexpected places.

I was born in time to see just six months of the 1950's. In the rolling hills of New Hampshire, under the shadow cast by Mt. Sunapee, I spent my childhood. Sunapee was a small town with around 3,000 full-time residents and had a small town atmosphere too. Parents didn't fear letting the kids race around on bicycles and I have permanent scars to prove it! It seems that none of the neighbors used to lock their front doors. Gentler times, or just selective memory?

In 1977, the Sunapee School System graduated thirty-two classmates and me. (I've recently been collecting classmates' email addresses.) We had grown up in a 'tourist' town. Lake Sunapee, the vacation spot, offered lots for tourists and summer residents. I can recall summer jobs pumping gas at Osborne's Garage, tending the front desk at Indian Cave Lodge, and dodging broken shuttles at Dorr Woolen Mill!

Being entrepreneurial in spirit, I shall also always remember our seasonal arcade, The Harbor Gameroom. These were the days when PacMan machines gobbled up quarters and Battlezone couldn't be played on my Radio Shack TRS-80, although I found Eliza intriguing. Two other partners in the business were high school friends Bret Wirta and Joel Thomas. Imagine, we had a jukebox, fooz-ball table, pizza oven, pinball machines, and lots of young out-of-town tourists. What else could college kids wish for! Confirmed rumour unequivocally states that our company boat, the 'SS Minnow', no longer haunts the public dock.

Life has moved me to various places on the globe.  Now, I find myself a citizen on Canada's west coast and currently five-thousand kilometres from Sunapee, New Hampshire.