About Tahoe Boy
I wrote Tahoe Boy not only because I grew up there, but also because “Tahoe” serves as a metaphor for the happiness we all seek. Living around the lake Mark Twain called the “fairest picture the world affords,” it took more than a half century to achieve the tranquility found in the Lake’s deep blue depths.
My childhood experiences in Desolation Wilderness, playing in Little League under the tutelage of an over-worked father and developing more questions than answers in my early experiences within the Catholic Church—all contributed to the sort of inquisitive mind that made me ripe for the turbulent changes of the 1960s.
Boarding school in Berkeley exposed me to a counter culture that would lay its claim--but never quite capture my soul. Party School USA in Chico served as a stopover before the Draft would end all partying. Refusing Induction into the Army led me into a prison of my own making. Ski bumming and a trip into the Grand Canyon led to a search for the bigger picture. An adventurous journey to Japan was stopped by a visitation from my grandparents in a dream that deposited me in Montana.
There, mystical experiences led me to join the Unification Church. I went on to know Reverend Moon, lecture for the Unification Church nationally and have my marriage arranged to a beautiful Korean woman.
A return to hometown in Tahoe meant the shedding of church life in exchange for one in media and politics. I did political commentary for radio stations throughout Nevada, wrote a column for Carson City’s Nevada Appeal and was an editor and writer for the Nevada Journal. After getting elected to the Nevada Legislature, I concluded “someone could fill my Assembly seat but not my shoes as a father.” Building the cabin for my family that my grandfather lost, brought me the peace that Tahoe always meant.