I was pretty young as you can see, but for some reason my father thought it was a good idea to drive a beat up 1970’s Pinto to Mexico and when it broke down, he decided we would stay. My memories of that time are foggy but I remember Donald Duck Chocolate Bars and a nice little friend I used to wander the Mazatlan beaches with. It was enough to get me hooked on beaches and vagabonding. Still, my mom was never happy with the way I smiled for photos. Usually she would tell me to smile until I was frowning.