That's me with Mum & Dad. Dandy about to sail to England, early 50's.
I'm a Baby Boomer brat. I was born in 1946 on Nelson Mandela’s 28th birthday (my closest brush with fame) at Tavistock in Devon, England. Rondebosch Boys’ High attempted to educate me without much success. Later, Essex University endured similar disappointments, but got over them. I have two daughters and three granddaughters, and a son and two grandsons. My marriages were happy in their own ways and times. The children are more beautiful than I expected. I've worked as a small, and sometimes negative, contributor to the technological revolution. Despite being commonly left-brained, and occasionally no-brained, I write poetry that is sometimes published. I edit poetry and mentor some poets. And, aside from a natural tribal arrogance, I'm kind and tolerant, even of dogs.