When I was 11 years old, on the ride home from Camp Concordia, my dad told me he thought I should take guitar lessons. I wanted to play the Uke like my Grandpa Deater (he played lots of instruments but that was my favorite).
Well, I agreed to the lessons, 7 in all before we had to leave our home town to follow my dads calling to become a minister.
The guitar has been my constant friend, a gift my dad inspired and has supported all these years.
I've played in churches, coffee houses and bars, solo and in bands but most importantly in my home and the homes of friends hopefully inspiring others the way my dad did me.