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Yes it's that time of year…when I start flooding newsfeeds with videos of me singing Christmas songs. Although I prefer the carols, I'm starting off with an old favorite that is a classic holiday song.

On this special day I give thanks, because my meal is not just beans and franks.

My son Michael and I perform the song, "That's Amore" at a local tavern.

This is my son and I performing my own arrangement of the classic gospel song, "Love Lifted Me."

This is a performance of the classic Sinatra song, "The Summer Wind", by my son and I the other evening at a local tavern.

This is my singing of the classic standard song, "In The Wee Small Hours of The Morning." Thank you for listening.

This from the other night. My son and I played a few songs at local tavern. We were joined by some friends of my son who sang beautiful harmonies. Unfortunately, since we didn't rehearse, they were not

This is my singing of the classic standard song "The Summer Wind."

In honor of Labor Day, and on behalf of all us wage slaves, I dedicate this song for all of us who feel we load "Sixteen Tons."

This is just me and my guitar as I sing my version of the classic song, "Beyond The Sea." Thank you for watching and listening.

My guitar and I. "Let It Be Me."

You've made a difference in this world. More than you’re aware. You've impacted the lives of others, just by being there. Choices have been made, directions have been set. Hearts have become full, in those

I may run or I may stroll, in this journey of my soul. As I engage in mysteries, I know God is here with me.

I confess and have contrition. I’ve not been, in submission. I’ve tried to do things with my own hands. By my strength I’ve worked to stand. Thus I earned what I could not afford. Better to wait on the

My eyes have been opened. Now I have seen. Things aren’t the way, that I thought they have been. I don’t know if I, should laugh or cry. Since I discovered what I, thought I knew was a lie.

The sound of the world is as falling brass, the continuous noise, of breaking glass. The sound of the Spirit, is like a gentle wind, a whisper of love, that one hears within.

With grit and determination, I struggled for salvation. Failure drove me to quit. But Jesus obtained it.

God loves and He blesses me. He moves in ways I do not see. He lifts me up and sets me free. All His acts are mercy.

This is a song I wrote and recorded with the Gashouse Band when I was a member back in the late eighties. I found an old cassette with songs we recorded. This is not the best copy. There is distortion

Enjoy it while you can. It won't always stay. Embrace it while it's here. It will go away. It's the way of things, that they don't stay the same. In fact the only constant in this world is that things