A raw and so hot Saturday in S. Georgia

Remembering being about 10 and playing near my dad's store. Then I saw the old man, a lean fellow with an old, beat-up guitar. My young ears heard the grand sounds of heaven. It was beyond James Fenimore Cooper and all of that slow stuff. Later I would get ferociously into Chekov, Japan, weightlifting and other times of surreal joy. But blues music ignites the soul and the blunt ethos of what is true can really stir up a guy's soul. Some power chords now, Mr. Wes Montgomery.