Began

All right.  Here it goes.  The grand effort to explain where it is I am, what it is I’m doing, and where I went before the now.  Not in that order, though, probably.  And not that efficiently, definitely.

Let’s begin at the beginning, because that’s how beginnings should begin, in my opinion. 

One day, about 30 years ago, my father came home from work, had a few beers, saw my mother standing luminously in the fluorescent glow reflected off the linoleum floors in that old house in Pasadena, and suddenly felt overwhelmed with the desire to…

What?  Too early? You don’t want to read about the amazing moment of my conception?  Or the long string of diaper rashes and daring crib escapes that formed my babyhood? 

You want to hear about Japan?  Fine.  Here it is.  But when I make a fortune from my memoirs, “Amber: Fetus Dreams and Infant Nightmares”, don’t expect me to share.