Red Clay Singalong

Last Friday night a bunch of us ended up at my friend S's house where C bobbled and giggled, L smoked her cloves, and G and I passed the acoustic guitar back and forth and sang Wish You Were Here (which to date is the only complete song I can actually "play" on guitar). At some point S disappeared into the back of the house then reappeared carrying a good condition maroon Fender Stratocaster his friend had given him because he felt like dropping out of music for a while. Can you believe that? Who in the world gets a guitar like that for free? Eventually, we all sang along to G's guitar strums as he moved through a selection of Pink Floyd, The Eagles, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Heart. Sheetchyeah. -K