As I crossed over the bridge I saw a man fishing with a drop line, he didn’t have a fishing pole and his clothes were worn.

I live right on the ocean in a large home with many emanates and some great investments, but -- I could not help thinking that the man on the bridge is possibly happier than me. He seemed to have captured a feeling that I have overlooked.

I love hearing all music from lest of musicians to the best musician. They are sharing not to be judged but of offer something of themselves.

In my grand days of performing professionally with my guitar I killed them with my guitar abilities. I had so many years of schooling and pro work behind me I did one great job.

BUT---- I always stood in amazement when I heard a black man playing an old beat up guitar and using his thumb instead of a pick. He held the guitar in the wrong position and did not follow the rules of perfection.

BUT--- his music was precious. He was playing music from his heart and committed many musical errors, BUT ---- He was good, I could not get enough.

John C.

PS, No, I do not have an ocean front home, nor was I that good at playing my guitar, BUT – it added to my story. Aaaaaaah. Life is good.