Mom, Dad, Uncle Joe, Uncle Raymond, Uncle Chest & GrandMa!  If I tried to tell you about the memories I have of them in my heart it world take forever!!! 

I guess I should Clear the Air Immediately! I was the only one in our family my parents had some strong concerns about! At 9 years old I was almost expelled from the 3rd grade.  

At 12 years old I started hustling pool anyplace I could find someone play me.  

As soon as my dad became aware that I was hustling in pool be became very concern because they were afraid that one of my victims would attack me.  Of course this was a possibility but what I realized very on that people was so surprised of my skills, that they were more supportive than dangerous.  

After my parents realized that just talking to me about the dangers of being in a pool hall at such a young age was not working, they collectively began telling me stories.  What they did not realize was that those stories that they told me only made me more appealing to the people I was hustling!  I guess I became their teacher in more ways than one.  

Although I still shoot pool to this day, from their stories, I became a Master Story Teller aka Master Teller of Stories!  Stay with me and I will teach you how to horn your skills as a "Master Teller of Stories!"