My dad was a radio star, but not for long. This is his publicity shot.
My parents on their wedding day in Virginia.
They moved to Japan a few months later and I was born there.
At six weeks old, this proves I was a happy baby.
The night my family arrived in San Francisco – fresh off the freighter from Japan. .
Daddy’s lifestyle started to catch up with him.
This is the moment shortly before my first spiritual experience.
I love this picture of me with my dad and brother at the Balclutha in SF.
This is where we used to run around.
This is a picture of my best friend when I was little.
Trick or Treat was a blast for us in the neighborhood.
I’m waving from Pancho’s corral not too long before
he chased me around the neighborhood.
My mom loved her job at the Novato Advance weekly newspaper.
Here I am after bulldozers destroyed most of the surrounding hills
around our subdivision, to make more subdivisions.
My brother used to read to the neighborhood kids.
I was 19. (photo by: Rick Tang)
I’m on KBDF’s morning drive radio talk show. (Eugene, OR)