This is the third summer in a row that neighborhood guitar kid has blessed us with his practice. Nearly every day he will wake up, choose a little riff to work on and play it over and over again. Maybe after a half hour/forty five minutes or so, he'll move onto another one, and sometimes he has neighborhood bass kid to accompany him. The sound of him playing has become so ingrained into the every day background of the neighborhood, it's always strange when it goes away in the fall.














