(introduced by Boo the Famous Midwestern Husky)
Dr. Dale, the Drifter and just DWB needs no real introduction, but it is a pleasure to rerun his fine…
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Saragun Springs 
Dale
This story probably has more to do with this site coming together as a public entity than any other. It began a chain of events. Will be interesting to see how long this guitar plays.
Leila
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Leila
The world (i.e. global society) is trying to make all of us be unnatural now. I have a feeling that The Old Guitarist (he is a fictionalized real person) is violently resisting that trend. Not through outward violence, but through spiritual warfare, which so often means retreat in this day and age. He probably doesn’t even carry a smart phone. It’s no wonder that the herd ignores him.
Thanks again for the acceptance letter you sent from Literally on Sunday and Bloomsday, ’24, regarding this tale. It was 6 weeks after I’d had a stroke (fully recovered now) and was a life-changing event. It revealed our mutual interest in Picasso, James Joyce, Good Will, Herman Melville (the Old Guitarist is a modern Bartleby who would prefer not to), Shirley Jackson, Muddy Waters, and many others.
William Blake said he wrote for “children and angels.” He believed that some angels are human: or that some humans are angels.
Two cool stories about FitzGerald’s Nightclub, the famous roots music club on Roosevelt Road mentioned in the tale. In 2025 it was placed on the National Register of Historic Places. And, Boo and I were walking by it on the sidewalk this summer when we heard a familiar voice singing (it’s an indoor/outdoor music venue). The voice sounded like Bob Dylan, because it was his son, Jakob.
I think this guitar will play for a very long time!
Dale
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Ah ha, Boo the Bloosman
Has a ring!
Leila
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Dale, I remember this lovely piece clearly from last time (not sure why I didn’t comment then – maybe IT problems). You capture beautifully what I suspect is a near-universal experience but rarely documented. Namely, encountering an arresting stranger on the street, or in the deserted countryside, or (in my case) in a busy airport. You see them, wonder, and they move on and away, like a ghost ship. Great stuff, mick
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Hi Mick
Thanks so much for your great response to this (true) tale, and to all my work, too.
You are a REAL WRITER in a world full of fakers.
Thanks again!
Dale
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Hi Dale
I posted a comment. I think it went to your story.
CJA
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