The past is not a 4 letter word

It always seems that the past does come up and bite you in the ass. And usually when you are least expecting it. Earlier this month I got to hang out with an old friend, my oldest and dearest friend, for a couple of days in L.A. for the first time in 10 years. It was pretty cool. Rehashing old times. Playing old songs. And remarkably we booth look pretty good (for our age!).

Then earlier in the week I posted a message to a local folk bulletin Board here in Miami run by the local folkies. One of the questions I asked was if anyone knew what happened to an old folkie friend from the 70′s here in South Florida. His name is Frank Smith and he was one of the most naturally compelling songwriters I have ever come across. Here’s a link to his songs and where you can pick up a home made cd if your interested. Check him out. http://www.franksmithsongs.com/