My uncle, who was also my godparent, passed away this weekend. He was a real "mountain man". He had "Red Headed Stranger" before the masses. The funeral is tomorrow.
I was woodshedding last night to some of the good oldies, reminiscing, gettin' kinda choked up, and really feeling the instrument, when I realized something.
I was blocking at a high rate of speed. It seemed so natural and easy. I'd NEVER been able to do that before...
Also, if engaged in a funeral, don't listen to Robby Turner's version of "Healing Hands of Time" unless you've got one GREAT BIG handkerchief...[This message was edited by Ray Minich on 16 August 2006 at 09:42 AM.]