As the sun reflected off a dark blue, very vintage Model T (I think) I felt an obligation to speak to the man with calloused hands, spit polishing the rear fender.  I mean he was workin’ it.  His name was Mr. Craig…came here in ‘96 to settle down with his wife… Seemed like a pretty friendly town…
The kids are all grown up now. …she doesn’t get around much any more. (Talking about his wife).  I asked about the car.  He says the car’s younger n’ him…how much younger I asked?  5 months says he.  What year I ask?  1927.

I invite him to come for coffee and listen for awhile as I brought my guitar and was looking to play in the coffee shop at 3 o’clock.  “Bring the wife”, I suggest but he tells me she has to stay at the home. “Maybe when I’m done we can go visit!?  He nodded his head in approval…