Sunday, June 21, 2015

I stopped into a guitar store yesterday, to kill a little time. There I saw a kid--maybe 14 years old--fumbling around on a bass, with a hopeful look in his eyes. His dad stood behind him with a skeptical expression and asked, "How much? Two hundred?" Suddenly I was transported back 40 years, when I was that kid, and it made me miss my dad terribly.


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