One Christmas, Dad decided we should sing carols. There we all were, encircling Dad on the front room floor. He played his Gibson ES-150 sunburst hollow-body electric guitar wearing no shirt, just pajama bottoms. We had all been bathed, and only Mom was still dressed. There were “chestnuts roasting” and “Frosty the Snowman” –he didn’tContinue reading ““Silent Night””
NOT PERFECT, BUT JUST RIGHT
A Goldilocks Life 