Bill Bouslaugh (aka "Pa")

Bill on his beloved family farm in Iowa, pictured with a dune buggy. Pure Country Livin'

Bill is my step-father. I first met him when I was three. My mother and I were living on a commune near Hood River, Oregon, and one day he showed up in his blue pickup truck. Next thing I knew, he, myself and my mom were on our way to Iowa. Around a year later my sister Brieanna was born.

Quick, to right to the horse's mouth: Bill's LiveJournal.

Although I knew my biological father (and have learned/inherited many a valuable thing from him), I grew up with Bill as the man around the house. Brie and I called him "Pa". We all lived together in Iowa, Florida and Oregon, where we eventually settled. Those youthful cross-country road trips are still some of my best childhood memories.

Bill's good people. He taught me my disdain for money and the importance of making your life's love your life's work. This past summer he made a big life transition (as did the whole family) and moved back to Iowa, where he's been rebuilding the old farmhouse and enlisting wayward punk children (friends of my sister's) as farm slaves. I will visit there soon.

Bill's also an artist. Someday soon he and I will get it together and I will make him a website for his photography (and others). He wants to create an online gallery where young/amateur/pro photographers can show their work and sell prints as well as a place for him to publish some of his life's learnings. It'll be good.

Motivating the youth, cleaning the cistern. The rocker is Jessie, afformentioned farm slave.

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