In a couple weeks, I’ll start working once again on my Book of Blues Prequel. And because of the thought that went into last night’s post, as well as the memories revived as a result of the thinkings, the beginning of my book of blues prequel will take on a different shape and feel in the beginning.
Less country, more soul.
And because of it, I figured out a way to put yet another scene along the water. And I can ease my way out into the valet parking lot and show how change sucks. And is killer on the knees.