My friend Don considered himself a musician. He played the tambourine in junior high school and, by my recollection, wasn’t very good. He also thought of himself as a singer, but he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.
Years passed, and we lost touch. I went to college and graduate school, bing a philosophy professor at the University of Notre. Don nurtured his dream of bing a singer-songwriter and moved to Nashvelle.
Once there, Don made the most of limited resources. He bought a used Car and slept in it. He took a job working nights, so he could visit recordpanies during the day. He learned to play guitar. As the years passed, he kept writing songs, practicing and knocking On doors.