Richard Wohlfeil grew up amongst many a fracas on the hot, oscillating
blacktop of Wayne, between the two landfills which adorn the city and
are rumored to block the sun for most of the day. His family is a
lively and nurturing bunch who never fail to feed a hungry and thirsty
soul that may be caught wandering the flats of the western expanse.
Always a man of letters he spends his time translating the finest of
the French academics and hobbies in cataloguing the forgotten audio
lore of the region. He recently published his first volume of poetry
which is available in most independent bookstores and wherever the lad
may set up a stand. Mr. Wohlfeil holds the battery, configures
arrangements, and provides the bard’s accompaniment.