DougO's Place
Time moves slow when your young and gains speed when you start looking back. I can look back more than sixty years. I remember walking across town as a young boy to see the girl from school and on the way back blackbirds attacked me. Back then a young boy could walk across town without fear.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Sore fingers
Well I have been playing around with my guitars, for the first time in months and that leads to one thing, SORE FINGERS. I seem to go through periods of a need to play around with the guitar but then I stop, my fingers get soft and then I return and one more time, SORE FINGERS.
Maybe this time I will keep playing and the callas will build up and the soreness will stop.
One thing for sure each time I play with the guitar it is sounding a litte better and time goes fast. Before I know it the day is gone. Now Im at the computer typing with SORE FINGERS. Bye for now dougo


