Guitar Lessons

For Christmas I gave my son (under my wife's inspiration) a book of coupons for guitar lessons. Today was lesson #1. Though his intro to music class allowed him to try out a little (nylon string) guitar along with piano and recorder...today he started on steel stringed acoustic.

It was cool to pull out my old axe that I bought upon graduation from college 20 years ago and start passing on the musical heritage - note the ''Rock for Life'' motto along the little guys sleeve. Will he become a guitar legend - another Stevie Ray Vaughn...Phil Keaggy...or Jimmy Hendrix? I don't know. What matters is that my son and I have a whole coupon book and beyond to explore the possibilities together!

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You blog???

I had a 20-something co-worker ask me this question the other day - with the clear emphasis on the latter word, as in, "aren't you a little old for that?" Well, technically, I DO have a blog site...but I think there is a frequency requirement to actually declare that "yes, I blog."

I like to read blogs. In fact, a few of my faves are listed to the right. But, "do I blog?" probably not. I like to think of it more as a really inconsistent online journal of an otherwise occupied old guy. Facebook, LinkedIn, Club Penguin...social networking is a big commitment that I'm not sure I'm really up to.

Nevertheless, to maintain some semblance of understanding of the world around me and "the buzz" I do have token place markers in each of these worlds - okay, the Club Penguin is vicariously through my children, as I peak over their shoulders.

The Santa pause...

At my desk this morning and as I looked out my window, what should appear...but Santa Claus. Actually, just a guy with extra girth, a white beard, dressed in a red suit and hat. He had shown up to do a gig at a work Christmas party. My cynical side did a slight guffaw - what a racket!

Then he waved at me and smiled. This arrested my cynicism and I grinned to myself...as he vanished from sight. In a strange way, I felt like Santa still remembered me :)