Three miles from me there was this little shoe repair shop, where a man who was pushing eighty cobbled during business hours that were unpredictable and, I got the feeling, at his leisure. Tonight I drove past and there were guitars hanging in the window. So I stopped in and there is a guy, a guitar enthusiast, who is trying to make a go of it. I admire that. And in the corner was a display case of Sweetones. C’s and D’s. No one around here sells those. I was out of cash so I’ll have to buy one tomorrow.
He was tickled to learn that I play more than just tooting around and he invited me to play during one of their sit around sessions. Cool.