This is a picture of my favourite guitar. Its called Norman, at least that is the make and I sit with this nestled on my lap daily. Everything about it, the shape, the size, the feel of the natural, wild cherry wood and rosewood fingerboard and the sound is as sweet as the fruit the wild cherry tree produces. And that is all I am going say this morning because I will be taking Dan to his job as a football coach after having played this for too long instead of writing. Sometimes needs must. Its been a stormy week and while the sun's coming over the house, there is thunder on the skyline…
