And his old guitar. We were at this bar here in Pasadena. Half a block

from the guitar shop where we were going to play one evening.

It was mike night. There were several other musicians. Playing for fun.

He, Chucho and I, The Guapos; were set to play in twenty minutes.

When he pointed to an old guitar on the wall in the bar. It was very old.

He told me the story of a guitar of his that had suffered a major cervical

fracture. Years ago. How saddened he felt. That he took his guitar to the

surgeon in Puebla. A well known guitar luthier. And how he had done

a great job on his guitar. But…that he still could notice a residual of her

neck surgery. A tiny little off tune. Mainly string A. But that it didn’t

matter. It still sounded good. And how he got to appreciate his guitar

even more after that accident of hers. How she still had plenty of tone

and strength in the rest of her body. And it was all his to enjoy.

Today we saw each other over coffee and pastries.

He told me stories about his childhood and his parents. How his father

enjoyed playing his guitar every day and sing with his Mommy while

she was busy cooking. Well..he told me great stories about his Dad and

siblings. It’s good to see your old friends for a cup of coffee and

reminisce about things past.

Love my friends.

EO