Whether coincidence or some divine plan of the universe, some days are landmarks.
I was on Facebook the other day, February 24 to be exact and in my memories a couple of things came up. Turns out that six years ago on February 24 I performed at a folk festival. I remember being just scared as hell, doing it anyway and I had a blast, but hidden in those memories a few years earlier was a post about a spaghetti dinner. It was a benefit for my home away from home Tierra Madre Horse Sanctuary. That particular post remembered a dinner conversation that I had forgotten but having revisited it, I realized that it was the turning point in my life, the day I stepped into my current life as a musician. With the encouragement of a local guitar guy at the table I went to my first open mic, and he was the one that taught me the confidence that I really could maybe chew gum and walk at the same time or more appropriately play a simple tune on my guitar and sing at the same time. 

​Hatman Dan, you’ve been leading the band in heaven for many years and now that I’ve been smacked across the head with my memory, I’m able to tip my own cowboy hat to you and say thank you.