He's is my uncle Aaron. 83 years old an although his physical condition is deteriorating he is still full of piss and vinegar as ever. He spent countless hours with me teaching me to play guitar, often times until the wee hours of the morning when the sun was coming up. As a young man he was in and out of jail often, nothing ever major, just normal rowdy young male stuff. In the 50's he hitchhiked to California from South Carolina. Chicken fighter, green thumb gardener and a goat wrangler. Just a few words to describe him. He said there wasn't anything he couldn't fix or f-up with a case of PBR years ago. But he is also full of music and wisdom. Yea he taught me guitar, but he taught me so much more than that. We both were in tears when I had to go. God only knows how much longer he has. So much more I could tell you about him but I'll stop here. If you've made it this far thanks for listening.
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