On my morning walk today I was listening to Mississippi John Hurt fingerpicking Creole Belle on his guitar. I realized that if the Parkinson's costs me anything it's the joy of picking up my guitar and singing along to "Creole Belle" or "Freight Train". Oh well. When we are men we put away our childhood things.... something like that I guess.
The weather was typical June weather, dark and overcast. I didn't pass any animals other than a lone cat across the street. Coincidence? I think maybe.
Coincidences are proof that we're all on this flight together.
Dick
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