What can I say? I've been blessed with a supportive and I would dare say interesting family. I should start out by acknowledging my father's mother Celeste Jenkins and my mother's father Josiah McKewn Williams. My grandfather Williams was the town veterinarian in Monck's Corner, South Carolina, possessed of a poor singing voice but a good sense of humor. I credit him with my less than stellar looks. One of my favorite memories of him was when he "forgot" I went hunting with him one time and left me out in the woods.

<— My grandmother Jenkins taught school for many years in central Florida, including during the depression. I haven't figured out how a woman could be so classy and still so socially progressive and caring. She lived almost to 96, and the last opportunity I had to see her, as much pain as she was in, the first thing she did was to ask me 'How's Percy [my imaginary friend]?'.

My brother David, who also has been fortunate enough to end up in a tropical island (Puerto Rico), is married to Laura. They have a spoiled little infant named Lilian.

I reckon I ought to say something about the most influential people in my life, too, my mom and dad.