I scold myself for my lack of self-discipline. It is 3 am and I am in bed, when I think of something I want to edit in my journal. I get out of bed, fire up the old Hewlett-Packard, and start working on the Journal. But, tomorrow is the day that I get to sit in with my harmonica on George Loscalzo, our piano player at the old folks home. I need my rest.
That's not George in the picture there. That is my son-in-law Roddy Jackson, and my grandson. They have played here too.