Since I enjoy computers as one of my hobbies I thought it would be fun to create a web site to showcase some of my others, along with some my toys. This web site consists of five different pages, accessed by links at the bottom of each page. They show my hobbies and toys that keep me entertained during my early retirement years. Most of the cars and motorcycles from my younger days I wish I still had today. This site will always be a work in progress so please check back from time to time.

This is my favorite toy, my 1987 Corvette roadster. It was built with all available options except the Z2 suspension. I bought this car in March of 1989 with 11 thousand miles on the odometer. The interior has charcoal leather sport seats, the convertible top is black, and the shifting is done with a manual 4 speed with overdrive transmission. In my search for this car I looked at over fifteen corvettes until I found the exact colors and options that I wanted.

Twenty eight years had passed since I first began to dream of owning a CORVETTE, the one car that I have fantasized about since I was 16 years old. I'm a just tad obsessive with this car, it is always garaged, never driven in the rain, and by the end of October it gets tucked away in storage until the warmth of May arrives.

In the fifteen years that I have owned this car it has been driven only twenty two thousand miles. Over the years I have made some improvements in the performance department. I replaced the engine computer chip with a high performance power chip, cooler thermostat, the exhaust system with high performance mufflers, and a short throw shift linkage for quicker shifts.

Like Corvettes and model trains? Check out this neat TRAIN, use back arrow to return.

It is with great sadness that we morn the loss of our little Boston, "BUSTER", who passed away on June 23rd 2004. In 1992, at eight weeks old, Buster was given to my mother by Lois & Jim Fetter, proprietors of the Pine Burr Inn, Atlas, PA, when they learned that my father had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. My dad died a few months later and Buster became my mothers lifeline for the next twelve years. Three months after Busters death it became medically necessary to place my mother into assisted living due to the ravages of Alzheimer's disease. Buster was inarguably the most loved little dog on this planet. He is sadly missed by my mother, her seven children, eleven grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.