My faithful assistant and I did some woodworking this evening.

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Horse Jr. and I played some softball catch earlier today, but I had to head out and play music with my buddy Michael (the one who records my MyLot music videos and plays in several bands with me). After I got home, Horse Jr. appeared at my door, asking if we could play. He helped me diagnose some problems in my main stereo, and then we went out and played some more softball catch in the ebbing evening light. After that, he asked if we could do some work together on one of the random walnut receiver cabinets I have here. He said, "We need some 150 grit sandpaper. Do you have any?" I told him I did, and we cut a sheet into strips, so we could work together. We finished up a side, did a water treatment, and then I told him I'd written a "jazz" (piano) piece I want to show him that I wrote at Michael's house today. He has his Bach down, and I want to show him the art of jazz improvisation next. At that point we realized it was 8:30 PM, and that he'd better get his little Croatian tush home, so he didn't get in trouble. I'll show him the simple jazz progression I wrote for him later in the week. I'll attach a picture I took of him helping me unpack the Fisher cabinet I recently sent home to its owner. All of this make me think of the days when "apprenticeships" were common. I'll have to do some research to see when that was the norm. If I died tomorrow (I don't intend to), Horse Jr. could carry on my business if he really wanted to. And he will carry on my love off Bach and Keith Jarrett. He is eleven years old. Have you taught specific skills to specific kids? I fear death less knowing that I have passed on (good) music appreciation and woodworking skills to this kid. Life is strange.