I’m not you average gimp.

My family tried to raise me as a normal person. Mom gave them strict instructions to treat me like anyone else. My Cerebral Palsy at birth was just a feature. Whether in a wheelchair, on crutches or a cane I bounced around normaly. However, my family was all but your average brood. We traveled a lot. My middle sister attended thirteen school before graduating high school. As children we had FBI training on how to greet the agents looking for dad. More on that later.

Supergimp I consider myself.

Here I am setting out with pack, staff and boots. The end of 1979 life was the road.

A friend from the past to take the edge off traveling.