I have to be fair to my new home. I worked 40 years around Boston, Syracuse, Detroit and Philadelphia. I'd pretty much had it with work and with suburbia. I retired to a place where I can hear the fishing boats going out in the morning and watch the sea birds as well as hawks and eagles soaring overhead. If I happen to be outside at 4am during a power failure, which has been known to happen, I can see the Milky-Way very clearly and it's so quiet I can hear the birds snoring in the trees. I can sit on my back deck with an amplifier turned up to at least 5 and know that I'm not bothering anyone because there's no one near enough to hear it. I have a nice house, pool, and my wife has a good job at the local hospital. Overall life is good. Music was a later idea and I was surprised to find so little of it around. I don't know why I was surprised, there's little of anything around. I can sit on my front porch, look out across 500 acres of corn, this year anyway, sip a Scotch and say, yeah that's why we did that other 40 years or geek work. It's really a very nice place to retire.

I started into a 2 year plan to see if I could make some music around here, for fun. That was about 6 months ago so I still have time. Going out on a limb, I tried something last Friday and came away dazed and confused. Just another learning experience among many in life. I thought I'd share the experience for what it was worth. I appreciate the kind comments I've received. Once I get over the trauma, I'll get back to the plan and I'll find a venue even if I have to create it. Actually, there appears to be an opportunity here somewhere to fill a void. There's little or no competition.

Still working on it.
Bruce