August 30, 2010
In the dog days of August I am often reminded of my days playing drums in a legendary honkytonk in The Old Pueblo. Six nights a week, bug infested neon and straining airpad coolers gave way to off key harmonies and a pedal steel.
A couple years ago I did a scratchboard of my memory of playing in The Hayloft, utilizing my son, Thomas Charles, as the model:
Those were lost years and remind me of an old saying:
"No matter how far you have gone down the wrong road, turn back."
—Old Vaquero Saying
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