Ben Durall Jr has left the building. Wow. 

My Dad died yesterday. 

Not a statement that I could have hoped to ever make. 

If we’re allowed to send any energy from there to here, I hope he sends me some of his wicked guitar chops. 

As his heir, his Strat and Tele are mine. I don’t think I’m ready to take them out of Zqmy Dad’s house yet. They aren’t ready to live with me. Not yet. They’ll wait for their master to return. Someday, they’ll tire of waiting and settle on living with me. 

I’m a traveler. I need to settle down somewhere. 

Staying in Utah means giving up on my aspirations and hopes and dreams of Texas. I assure you that those expectations were misguided anyway.