Traveling Guitar Player

He was a traveling guitar player. Some may have said he was playing the part of the bards of old. He considered himself an ambassador. The ambassador of life, love and love lost, joy and grief.

It was a tough appointment, and it didn’t pay well. But the roughness of life came through in his songs, beautifully woven in tunes relatable to all.

Some thought he must have been a spirit, appearing at just the right moment to ease tensions or to embolden courage. He was not. He just always knew the right music for whatever moment he found himself in.