Meg lives in my apartment building here in Covington, and
she’s a nice, older lady who is always friendly to me, and I’m always
friendly right back. Sometimes I think — actually I kind of know — she
would like more from me, but thankfully I don’t see her all that often.
Very casually over the phone, my friend told
me how he laid his Martin Guitar on the floor in his living room and in
a fit of frustration and rage and with the boots on his feet, smashed
his acoustic guitar into bits and pieces.
Despite the fact that I’m getting older, I still have a pretty good memory. One day last month when walking home from the corner of happy and healthy — that’s the Walgreens in Covington, Ky. — I heard someone say, “Hello, Larry.”