Meg lives in my apartment building here in Covington, and she’s a nice, older lady who is always friendly to me, and I’m always friendly right back. Sometimes I think — actually I kind of know — she would like more from me, but thankfully I don’t see her
Thishappened on one of those nice afternoons in April. I was leaving the KentonCounty Library on Scott Boulevard in Covington, Kentucky and they were comingin.
Very casually over the phone, my friend told me how he laid his Martin Guitar on the floor in his living room and in a fit of frustration and rage and with the boots on his feet, smashed his acoustic guitar into bits and pieces.
