Auburn had nice colors in the fall
My
first
car
My Mother, my Sister, and I moved to Auburn, CA  from College Park, Maryland
when I was 12 years old.  It is a lovely town in the foothills of the Sierras on the
edge of the American River Canyon.
We
planned to
open a
club on
O'Farrell
Street, but
the Mitchell
Brothers
beat us to it.
went on to other things in Reno, Berkeley,
Vietnam, Point Richmond, and  San Francisco.

Then I returned to Auburn for 5 years.

Cheers to the
Drunken Sportsman's Club!
Mike Goin, old friend and life-saver..
SEE BULLSHIT page
Jessica, Lynn, Tom
Lynn and Scott
Mark's Date,Tom, Linda, Mark
Auburn Arts Association
Me and Mike Goin at his parent's cabin at
Alpine Meadows.  


Blessings to
Mike...and Fred and Jane,
from Gonz, and The High Five.
Cover photo for ART MOVES,
Placer County Arts Council, CA,
art publication..April,1985
HI! Cherilyn Naughton and Dianna Rose Bush, hope you are
having great lives.  Thanks for liking my work and letting me have
some fun.  
tom
Hi Sandy!
Carla Woodside
1966
Concrete workers in the morning, Shanghai Bar and Restaurant, Old Town, Auburn 1986.
Grant Gibbs
Carolyn's Grandfather dying from cancer with his girlfriend Sarah..
Sammy, Pat, Jim Kelly (deceased) Good Men, Jim and all.  
Hi Sammy and Pat.  GONZ bless you Jim.
Appearing, from left to right:  Samantha, Dave (Bad Dog) Brown,
and Mark..as Uncle Bob.  Lets hear it for the cast!
see the slide show!
After Auburn, in 1987, I moved to Crockett, CA
to do the Oil Pipeline Operator Thing for no
less than 15 years.  During that time I also lived
on my sailboat, OPUS, and various abodes on
Bethel Island,CA before retiring in 2002 and
moving to UVITA de OSA, Costa Rica in 2005..
E-Mail me at
GONZPHOTO@YAHOO.COM
Auburn Page Two
Bad Dog Dave Brown at The Wine Cellar
My photog protege, and "Numero Uno",  
The High Five, CHURCH of GONZ.
Steve Noval, Tom Daly, Gary Sparks
Halloween Group Show 1985, "OLD TOWN", AUBURN
Al and I at our dear friend, Lynn's, wake.
Pat and I at our dear friend, Lynn's wake.
In his honor and obliging to his wishes we all tried to
make it a celebration, more than a miserable event.
One of my best pals since I moved to Auburn around the age of 12 dying did have a profound effect on me.  He was only about 55..I think.  When he died.
I just wish  he would have liked the video I made for him.   He usually seemed to get my humor, except for a
certain side, he didn't get it in my slide show.  Not sure if anyone else did either.  Luckily, however, I still enjoy  
it..so all is not wasted.
I let this gal run around with my video camera and after reviewing it I
made some still captures from the video.  That's why I feel free to sign
the pics.  Any arguments with that?  speak up..or forever hold your peace.
I miss him every Sunday.  We would discuss
football, NASCAR and argue politics till he pissed
me off so much I had to hang up.  It was sorta
like talking with MOM, but we cursed more.
When this pic was being taken, Lynn seemed to have
found his happy place on a couch or somewhere, and
was not to be disturbed.  BUT..he was there.
Here's one of me sticking an earphone plug into his
ear.  It only seemed to hurt for a minute or two.
I think we were lost in The Redwoods
or somewhere. 1971?
He loved South Shore Tahoe..  I came up one night
when he was doing a few days there and we wined,
dined , did a show and gambled till we knew when to
quit.  We had been doing this shit since high
school..so it was sort of a re-union thing-like, sorta.  
Never figured out why he got us a room with one
king-sized bed though.  We managed with minimum
contact throughout the night, and got room service
so we could watch the Niners play in the morning.  
Nothing had been altered about our friendship.  
really..luv u buddy.....I will never again  have a friend
like Lynn.  I am  very thankful for the times we had.  
2001
His one dalliance into marijuana farming
I find it quite pleasing to look at, I can almost smell it.. yum.  Surely
they will be at my door soon  looking for it.  I hope they bring their
time machines.  Why is the world so fucked up?  anyone?
Every time i try to write what I really
feel about Lynn, and our friendship
since the age of 12, I fuck it up.  I was
actually pissed off at him when he died.
Do I work for  Big Tobacco?  I
wish. Compared to insurance
companies, they're saints.
Smoking
didn't kill
Lynn, that's
for sure.