Chicken Bone and the Boneheadz

>he was just 16 when he decided to be a star
>dropped outta high school and picked up a guitar
>traveled away down south many moons and and many miles
>to the home of the blues
>New Orleans style.
>
>he stood on a corner and played 'til his fingers was raw
>people was late for work cuz the wonder they saw
>some gave a dime and some gave a quarter
>but the most curious gift he got was from a man with a recorder
>
>Man said come here, boy and tell me who you are
>you keep playin' like that and I'll make you a star
>they call me Chicken Bone on the south side o' chicago
>tell me where to go, I'll be there tomorrow.
>
>next day in studio 13 Chicken Bone played what he knew
>devil blues, country and a little rockabilly too.
>Hot damn! Boss yelled you shonuff play fine
>take this here pen and put it to this here dotted line
>
>No suh can't do that. my gift is my own
>I'll share it with the world through my own microphone.
>Eyes filled with fire, claws scratching his desk
>Man said sign here, boy, this is not a test.
>
>Sorry sir, but I really must be on my way
>Then he closed the door behind him he was off toward another day
>Chicken Bone grinned slyly cuz he knew what he had done
>He had stood face to face with the devil and the poor boy had won.

That's a party for Reto (not pictured) but I thought it would include it. Lot's of people and lot's of fun.

Today's hike.

It's been a while but that's what I looked like about 20 years ago. Scary. Very Scary. But I always say have a sense of humour about yourself, because short of Fergie, you are not nearly as good looking as you think.

Matt the Older and Spencer the Younger brother. Both rommates and gigantic.

A hearty good-bye to Eri, the most graceful woman you will ever meet. Go to Youtube.com and search for graduation ceremony, global village. You'll see why.