Triumph
I've been working a couple of days a week highway construction flagging. I finally got enough money together to get a storage space, get some friends together and get all my stuff out of my friend's garage. He has his garage back, my stuff is where I can get to it any time I want, and it seems that an apartment might be only a few weeks away!
Tragedy
My guitar is gone. Why someone would open up my friend's garage and not take the television or the computer I don't know, but my Epiphone 12-string, which my ex-wife bought me for my birthday in 1977 is gone. Yes, I've lived with that guitar for thirty years. It wasn't the greatest, but it was the last tie I had both to my old life and my music. I'm overstating because of my grief, and I can replace it easily, but it will never be the same.
Anyway, I'm still alive, and that's something.
