After establishing my name as a child harpsichord prodigy I was subsequently and unfortunately struck on the head by a rather inconsiderately discarded coffee table. As a result I suffer from indelible amnesia and can remember nothing of my illustrious childhood. Currently my interests include - but are not limited to - horseback riding, servicing vintage transit busses, regaling tales of a simpler time, organizing paramilitary endeavors, fixing the Hubble Space Telescope (to which us "right stuff" astronauts affectionately refer as "Hubby") and enduring increasingly frequent nightmares. I never miss a chance to wow audiences with my slap-bass skills and chainsaw-carving technique. The Xiao-Lin temple was my second home from ages 7 to 16 where I learned the secrets to serenity, inner peace, levitation and Nun-Chucks. In my spare time I read books that were forbidden by the Latvian Orthodox church in the early fourteen-hundreds. I am no longer a rock star because it was clear to me that the lifestyle would conflict with raising my eleven children. I have warrants on my head in three Scandinavian countries for undisclosed reasons. I was expedited only once (thank heavens) from Luxembourg and it was the most inefficient government-funded operation that I was the cause of. I still have unexplained administrative privileges on the Langley mainframe computer, and Kim Jung Il continues to pose me with death threats on a first-name basis.
