Maximum Effort

A while back, I put down my guitars. My hands are just about unusable. Simply getting dressed and brushing my hair is difficult on bad days. I figured that my Dobros and I had a good run, but you can’t set the world on fire with wet matches,

Well, like something out of an old movie, a kid facing even greater adversity came along.

The guitars are out of their cases. I can no longer change a set of strings easily, but we have a cool guitar shop up the road that can get the Dobros set up while I try to get my strength up to start putting something together,

I can’t do the left-hand gymnastics on the acoustic like I used to, but I’ll pick up an electric guitar somewhere if we need to focus on chords.

Good grief, my hands hurt.