When I was around  7 years old my Father visited me and gave me an acoustic guitar, I remember him showing me how to play chords, that posture and breathing was very important to being able to play. this would be the last time I would see my father for almost 40 years.                                                                                           Coming home from school one day there was a man setting in the living room playing my guitar, I was angry, and threw a fit. turns out that my mom was selling my guitar, I was devested.                                                            As the years, trials and tribulations past I never forgot that brief moment that I got to spend with my father. So, hear I am 55 years old and nothing gonna stop me now. I’ve just got to sit up straight and breath.