Sunday, January 11, 2015

The Gift

            I saw a neighbor I've never seen before. He was a husky man in his forties, with long salt and pepper hair. Is that the wizard, I wondered? I wanted to walk up to him and ask, but I couldn't rightfully do that. "Are you the wizard?" Awkward silence.
            I'm convinced the wizard is a mature man on account of his repertoire. Although, the thought of the wizard being a young kid has crossed my mind. I'm looking for somebody slightly overweight, with chubby fingers. It's been my experience that those are the best guitar players in the world. They seldom become famous outside of their hometown. But it's usually the oddly shaped fellows that have the gift. They're the kids you ignored in school. The nondescript. The invisible. It's part of being a wizard I think. You can't be a wizard if people are hounding you. Wizards are sensitive and need a lot of space. This man fit the bill. He looked like a wizard, but for his worn t-shirt and oversized Bermuda shorts.