I held my guitar. The game played on. My team lost their edge and eventually succumbed to the opponent. Through the ups and downs I practiced chords. The up and down pattern across the strings, my left hand holding the neck, changing my fingers, holding down a particular string. I’ve lost much of what I’ve known since I took the class, but the rhythm of it still calms my anxiousness.
I took a few photographs of the guitar. I bought it from a music shop in Seal Beach with my wife’s winnings from a gambling trip with her Dad. Thanks Annie.
my favorite hat. it’s a little worn but fits like a glove. keeps my head warm. Got it on a father’s Day a few years back.