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Hey Joe!

I sat down and played the Mar­tin, and that sealed the deal. I plucked one note, a sin­gle string with­out press­ing my fin­gers on the fret­board. As the string vibrated, the most heav­enly note swirled up out of the sound hole. It held and expanded and filled the whole room. Over­tones emerged, enhanc­ing and expand­ing in the air like a good wine on the palette. I looked at the bronze string vibrat­ing, and I played another. It rose in har­mony to the first, then took over, burst­ing pure and free and full of joy.

I was stunned. And awed. Con­tinue read­ing

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Wood and Strings

We hopped in a golf cart, and headed along a path that fronted the course. The run­ners would start off through a gate and run in a park on the other side of the chain link fence. At the first cor­ner, they would head to the right; we sat at the cor­ner and watched them pass. The chil­dren were run­ning past now; I rec­og­nized Clara as she waved and passed us by.
While I had thought I had plenty of time– Jim had assured me I did!- I heard the call for my start. We raced back to the start­ing line in the golf cart. I went to where I had removed my race shoes, and they were gone. Con­tinue read­ing

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The Show Must Go On

The trek was prov­ing harder than I thought. The ground was a vis­cous mud that held tightly to my shoes, stretch­ing with me and pulling me back. The air was thick, so thick it also was keep­ing me from mov­ing for­ward almost as much as the mud. Don’t get me wrong, I could make for­ward progress, it was just a lot of work for very lit­tle gain.

The light was wan­ing, and time was get­ting late, so when the Magic Bus showed up, I hopped right on. I was in the front row, and had a great view out the huge win­dows. The bus filled up and we started to move; I felt sorry for the peo­ple we were pass­ing, that had to trudge through the mud. Con­tinue read­ing

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Now My Guitar Reaches High

I was dropped off at my dorm. Other stu­dents were already there, as was the pro­fes­sor. He seemed a lit­tle sur­prised to see me back. I felt a bit like maybe I should not be. My grades were not all that good, and my study habits were non-existent. Even still, I was smart enough to pull a C aver­age. I might have been on the low side, but I was still aca­d­e­m­i­cally accept­able. Con­tinue read­ing

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