I just added the essay “Grandpa’s Guitar” to the website. It was an essay I wrote back in the beginning of 2009. Since then Grandpa has passed on, and I have a new guitar. But that old guitar still sits in the corner of my room, and will always hold a special place in my heart, and the story still stands the test of time.

Also, I like the photos that I included with the essay.

An excerpt:

G . . . F . . . E . . . D . . . C . . . E . . . A . . . G. The notes slide down the scale, clear and sharp, except where I flub it.

I’m learning the guitar. If you had asked me four, or maybe even two years ago if I was going to learn the guitar I would have shook my head in disbelief. It has been something of a turn-about for me. I admit I’m a bit surprised, but maybe I shouldn’t be. (Read more.)

Enjoy!