BTW, my father in law, 3 kinds of mechanics licence, played fiddle and guitar, built a cabin by himself that is what most would call a cottage, rebuilt tractors and cars for fun, shop bigger than most peoples houses, came down with Altzimer's at 74. Stares into space, no more music, can't remember how, no more shop, has no clue who built the cabin, or why he lives where he does. Sits and stares. Came on in less than 12 months. Scares me to death to think I'm just a decade and a bit younger. His sister in law is the same age, and has been in a nursing home for 10 years, she remembers no one.

What a sad and depressing disease. Have fun now, later might not happen, or might not happen how you thought. It's why I blew some savings on travel, but gee, I might not remember being there.

I looked up to that guy, he was so smart, could do anything. Worked on the railway out west, the pipeline up north, and saved a bundle. Now he says he should sell everything, he has no use for it. His wife runs the household now.

It might surprise you, but I like that old flat topped guitar song. Reminds me of his playing a bit.

John Conley
Musica est vita