Nope, not Paul McCartney–my son John in college. He doesn’t play the guitar for me much anymore… Trombone in a community band, but I truly miss that guitar–jazz, rock, blues, steel, acoustical -he’s quite a musician, but hasn’t played since the cancer diagnosis even though he’s doing well.
Somewhere I have a picture of them all walking across the street like Abbey Road…
Happy Monday. I’ve got one more day before heading back to take care of my dad. Will spend the day reading Alice Hoffman and studying commercial fantasy.
Steaks on the grill pan, Mexican eggs for breakfast for my group. Coffee, lots and lots of coffee.
Fill me in.