I'm just in such a good mood tonight, I had to share it. My oldest son is out chasing around with a buddy tonight, but my two youngest yard-apes spent the evening with dear old Dad and a couple of guitars. My 10 year old son Jon learned a D and an A7 chord on the little 3/4 size Yamaha I bought for them to mess with last year, and my 8 year old daughter Emily sang "for real" for the first time with me tonight. (It looks like I should count my self lucky that she takes after her mother in both beauty and voice. I don't think she'd like to go through life with my gravelly bass, let alone this nose!) They just couldn't get enough of the chorus of John Prine's "Paradise", and we sang it over and over, with Jon playing along where he could. Great musicianship? Nah! Great music? You bet your life!

Perhaps best of all, Jon said "Dad, I want to learn to really play guitar," and Emily said, "Dad, let's do this again.

To quote the good Mr. Prine, we just a made a memory that, years from now, will be "often remembered, so many times that my memories are worn."

I may not have much money, but I am a very rich man.

Blues