April, 1964. The brat on the trike is yours truly. The man on the right playing the 335 is my father. I was two years old, dad was 33. The second photo is 55 years later. We were visiting my mother who had some minor surgery. Four months after this photo was taken - he was gone. Accidentally and totally unexpectedly. Happy Fathers Day. If you only knew how much you were missed.
I’ve had a guitar in my hands since I was TWO. Why am I not better at this? View attachment 471011 View attachment 471012 View attachment 471013