
He seemed like he had returned from a bygone time, only to find his city changed, alittle safer, maybe alot blander. And he is just chillin, taking in the change.
On my way back to NC, I stopped by my buddy Vito's, in New Mexico. While I was showing him the drawing, BB King came on on the radio, mournfully lamenting "The Thrill is Gone".

I used to work and park my van in industrial West Oakland, where truckers often left their rigs at night. One time I witnessed this dusky feeding ritual- two catbirds dining on bugs out of the grill of a truck. I named this one:
"Dinner for Two At Mac's Grill and Buffet."

While I was working at a bakery in Oakland, the baker, a great guy named Jeff, also a composer, put on some Wes Montgomery.
As I listened to the jazz guitarist's splickity licks,
I had a vision of these two little wrens, busily building a nest in the fretboard, out of colorful bits of string they had scavenged.
I later learned that Wes had often traveled to the area, and also that he was a welder during the day, and would head straight from work to his next job, playing guitar all night in a club, where he relentlessly honed his chops.