The nude - A black and white nude photograph hung in my father's recording studio.

I never knew how my mother felt about it, never wondered.

A petite Asian girl, my father had posed and photographed.

He hungered for the cinema, and the lost dreams.

He was also an amateur HAM radio operator.

I remember the warm glow of conversations with friends around the world.

I learned how to time and mix soundtracks, sequence images and splice film.

I also learned where his collection of Playboy and Penthouse was to be found.

I always was attracted to beauty.

Better than butterflies. Wow.

Still have my stopwatch.