Oh, I can be an idiot!
Yesterday, at church we had a guitarist doing the music. Joe Harris. I've heard him before but not in the small auditorium and with a smaller group of people. It reminded me how much I miss music being played at home. All my music makers are not at home anymore. I loved the acoustic guitar; I loved that the tunes were original; I loved the picking. Years ago, my dreams of great wealth included being able to afford someone playing music in my house. Both David and Cheshire did that and I haven't thought of that wish in years. Maybe if I ever have a house big enough for a room mate, I should make that a requirement.