Are You A Musician? No, I’m A Guitar Player

I was exposed to guitar playing early in life. I have memories of my father playing guitar in the 1950s. During the Great Depression, Dad’s father bought a used Gibson L5 acoustic guitar for the family to play. Dad loved the sound when his sisters played minor chords on the Gibson. Soon he picked up the guitar and learned some chords.
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Cocked and Loaded

In the mid-1990s, my friend James B convinced me to help move his girlfriend’s belongings from her apartment in Auburn, Alabama. Her lease had expired. She was in the hospital and couldn’t help.

The apartment was a two-story condo, as were all apartments in this complex. During the move, James B and I were in different rooms on the second floor when I heard a loud explosion. I walked toward the explosion and found him holding a pistol.
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On Call

I worked for decades in Information Technology. I was on call for years but rarely was called, our systems were very reliable.

I was booked with the band Kidd Blue to play a Saturday afternoon outdoor show for a big event several years ago. Thousands of people were expected to attend. I was looking forward to the event. Some friends visited us that weekend; they were planning to appear at the gig/event the next day. I was on call for my regular job that weekend but wasn’t worried.
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