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A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 11

The months following my discharge from John's employ were hard ones, on me and those around me. I was living with an engaging and bright woman in San Francisco, estranged from my wife and family, and I was floundering.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 10

Following the breakup of CCR, John kept me employed for another four years or so. We moved out of the “Factory” and set up shop in a temporary office on San Pablo Avenue in Albany.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 9

The person who would most connect me to the memory of my father and his generation was Max Halsey. For at least one chapter of his lifetime Max worked in the automobile business, oftentimes for my father.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 8

Memphis: We were fishing in a Mississippi river backwater with Tony Joe, Duck and the band. Jim Marshall was along to document the day with…

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 7

Hana, Maui: I could hardly believe my good fortune. The first time I traveled with Creedence to play a concert date it was in Honolulu.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 6

It was not long after the loss of my father and John Kennedy, that new and curious events began to happen nearby, piquing my interest and getting my attention. Dad's auto business, now run by my mother and me, was located in Albany, a conservative community bordering Berkeley, where social and political upheaval was about to change the world as we knew it.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 5

The loss of my father was a shattering event. I wasn't yet 20 and my closest confidant and personal hero was gone before he would be 50. He had always provided a cloak of security and confidence, and my admiration for him was boundless.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 4

On Christmas eve, 1967, John announced to the others, “Creedence Clearwater Revival.” It was to be their new name after coming through high school as the Blue Velvets, then christened the “Golliwogs” by their record company a couple of years earlier.

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 3

Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones, run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control…

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 2

Your life story would not make a good book. So don't even try. — Fran Lebowitz The whole time I was growing up, I never…

A Memoir: The Fortunate Son, Part 1

At sixty a man has passed most of the reefs and whirl-pools. Excepting only death, he has no enemies left to meet... That man has…

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