WHO IN HELL IS "EL MAESTRO?"

Well, if you really want to know-(its a long story)-I will spill my guts on this page.
Otherwise you can click here to head back to: "my Homepage"

Although, I am not, strictly speaking, a native Californian, we moved from St. Paul,
Minnesota, where I was born, to California when I was three years old (1945). And
when I say "we", I mean my mother and younger brother Jim, because my dad was
in the Army and stationed outside of Modesto, California.

I was a little fat kid with crossed eyes
and thick glasses, and pretty unhappy.

Here is a picture of me GOING TO SCHOOL
with my very first portfolio...
(caricatures)-mostly of the class bully, "Buddy" Hoskins, who had called me:
"Fatty four-eyes"

Here is a picture of me coming HOME FROM SCHOOL with my
very first PORTFOLIO...

My drawings in those days resulted in a lot of bloody noses,
but at least I had found a WEAPON. And that is how it ALL STARTED.

HEY! are you still AWAKE?

If you can stand the download time, here's me on my new HARLEY HERITAGE SPRINGER SOFTAIL (Ain't Photoshop 4.0 a GAS???)

If you are still interested in more details of the life and times of "El Maestro", read on.......

I have done a lot of far out stuff-cleaning toilets at Yosemite National Park, Professional boxing (lightheavyweight). Viet-Nam (10st Airborne Infantry officer), I have even written a little. In fact if you have 15 minutes to WASTE you can read this short story by yours truly: "The Last Race"
just so you don't go away thinking that I'm just another pretty face.

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