Good Morning Gentle Readers,
This is Fred and his soprano saxophone. Fred plays for tips at London Bridge in Lake Havasu City, which he uses to help out poor kids. I swear, you think you can't possibly forget what for, but I didn't take notes. Maybe Christmas gifts.
TWC is interested because the soprano saxophone is rare and he once played sax (Fred was appalled to learn that TWC cannot even make the dam thing squawk these days). In fact, saxophone (and murdercycles) is how El Jeronimo de Crow and TWC became acquainted some time back. Or should I say: some decades back?
Fred wasn't playing saccharine Kenny G type stuff, he was layin' down some toe tappin' tunes. After which, Fred regaled me with tales of the Glory Days. We chatted on for a while about this venue and that band. At least until them got dam skateboarders invaded our space, drowing him out with a cacophony of clatter, echoing back from the undersides of the bridge and bouncing back again (one of them jumped Fred's money can, which was hooked at the end of that big chain you see).
TWC can't hear that good to start with, and he spent the next few minutes smiling and nodding. Since the little boneheads were oblivious to anything remotely connected with giving a crap about the world around them, TWC ultimately thanked Fred, stuffed a fiver in the can (for the kids) and sauntered off to join the family, waiting at the dock to cast off for the return trip up Topock Gorge.
BTW, back in the days of my vagrant yoot, I could do most of those board tricks on my Hobie skateboard with its beautifully hand-laminated wood and clay wheels. Wonder what ever happened to that board.