I still see him on his stool, holding guitar in unusual upright position. “Challenge me,” he’d cry to passersby. “Hum me a melody, tap me out a rag.” Then his strings would resound with song; his face a study in seriousness. He always found root rhythms of life; never half correct, but full out.
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