Wed, 10/26/2016 - 4:50pm
October 23, 1980
Was sitting out on the back porch the other day when I kept hearing this guitar noise – not music – strictly noise. Quietly checking, I discovered out in our yard this little girl who lives down the street, strolling around strumming on what looked to be an expensive guitar, probably her dad’s. I watched as she wandered back toward her home and sat there with my mouth open as she came to a small puddle of water, looked it over, then walked through it. That wasn’t enough, she turned around and put the guitar into the water and pulled it all the way through.