Tuesday, September 16, 2008

5-String Joysong

Mom, can I play with your guitar?

I thought of my neglected instrument, out of tune, missing a string, and constantly harassing me for abandoning it to the back of the closet.

Um, no, Son. Not without me.

I was busy, of course; cleaning up paper & email clutter that is robbing my life of joy. Too busy to give my son what he wants?

Yeah, but Mom, if I practice, maybe I'll change my mind from becoming a trainman, to being a musician.

I dropped everything & yanked out the black case, with its feminine curves, flicked open the latches and apologetically handed my son the 5-stringed guitar. He strapped it against his chest and joyfully strummed out a racket.

CHRISTMAS LIST: Logan-sized guitar, with all 6 strings.

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