Kerry Brown
Ambassador of the Great Northern Bar Jams
Several months ago a friend from high school friended me on Facebook. He heard I was playing guitar again and wanted to talk guitars. He just started playing four years ago. He came up from the city to watch the local bar jam I play in then stayed overnight and we jammed a bit the next day but I work so he went back to the city two hours away. I hadn’t seen him in forty years but we hit it off just like back in the 70’s. Another high school friend who I used to jam with moved to the city three years ago. We message on Facebook once in a while but hadn’t seen each other since he moved. Turns out he lives about twenty minutes from the other friend. Long story short, we got together today at the first friends house and jammed for five hours. We were having so much fun we didn’t even take a food break. It was a great day, reminiscing, playing tunes, and catching up on where life’s twists and turns had taken us. Life is very good sometimes. We are old, all in our 60’s. Two of us scheduled for surgery in the next couple of weeks. All of us starting to lose our hearing. Two of us with arthritis in our hands. Yet for five hours we forgot all that and played some music.

