his name was charles.
he was the janitor at the school where my mom taught.
when i was about 15, i came down with the sickness that most teenage boys that age catch. i wanted to be a rock star. bought a guitar. amp. everything.
i would go to the janitor's closet after school and jam a little with charles. he had cut the tips of three of his fingers off of his left hand with a bandsaw, but could still play better than anyone i had ever met. one day he brought in an old photo album. there were all these pictures of him playing in all these texas honky-tonks with johhny cash and willie nelson. willie nelson was maybe 25 at the most!!