Time always wins. Early Saturday morning, it beat my dad. But my dad took it to extra innings, and it was a great ballgame … from a day at the beach with the woman who would become his bride all the way to last Thanksgiving, when they met their great-granddaughter. Continue reading
Woke up this morning to some very sad news. The King of the Blues has left the stage.
I can’t remember the first time I saw B.B. King, and I can’t tell you how many times I saw him play. But if there was one moment I’ll never forget, it was in the summer of 2007 at the Eric Clapton Crossroads Guitar Festival, in a soccer stadium outside Chicago.
Linda got me tickets as a present. I think she loves me.
But I digress. This is about B.B. King. Continue reading