His Box of Crayons

As is the case often, my wife and I spent the day at the shore. The difference today was that we introduced our favorite haunt to a wonderfully warm and spiritual couple from another state.

After lunch we walked a bit showing off some of the more unique cottages, tent homes, and chapels. On our return to the boardwalk the pavilion was producing some sweet down-home southern gospel. 

I was taken with the warm and bluesy tone of the guitar player. His choice of coloring was really moving for me and struck a chord as someone who might find his way into one of my small combos.

So here's to his box of crayons, and finding a place on my next album, or in the next edition of my combo.

Pray on...