“I get out of the house to play guitar. The summer heat is dying away. I am a retired musician. I got too old and no one wants to hire me anymore. I had a stroke five months ago. My guitar playing is not what it used to be, but I am getting better. I have always played music. I played bass at the a couple of times at the Grand Ol Opry with Bill Monroe and Mac Wiseman. There will never be anyone better than those men. Music has taken me around the country and there was a lot of sleeping in vans and playing in bars. I wrote a bunch of songs, but most of them are no good. Sometimes there is a good crowd here that listens to me and I enjoy that. I once drove trucks hauling from the Mobile docks. It is nice to be out there by yourself, but it gets monotonous. I owned Gypsy’s Barn and Grill in Kentucky and that was a mistake. You make friends and a lot of enemies because some people refuse to act right in a bar, or they walk out on their tab.
I was drafted and went to Vietnam. I came home and spent 30 years denying I was in the service. When we came home from Vietnam we landed in Seattle. We got off the plane and war protestors were there. They spit on us and called all kinds of names. They held a sign of John Lennon and Yoko Ono. We were kids doing what the government told us to do. I was a machine gunner on a tank. Every day felt like my last day on earth. The heroes are still there. They aren’t walking around and talking or playing guitar today as I do.”