This is a lovely drawing that one of my readers made of me as a kid practicing with a Roland RS-09 at night in my church sanctuary (based on my post Church Synthesizers from a few weeks back). You can see the full picture here:
She also wrote a lovely piece about how magical memories can be and the way we sometimes bend good memories just a little to be even more wonderful than they actually were. I think I have a habit of doing this, a habit that I've probably completely given into at this point. But what's the harm really?
It's also interesting that she just happened to dress me in exactly what I wore most as a teenager: Chuck Taylors, jeans and a black t-shrit.
Thank to Tona for this beautiful picture. It's amazing to see one of my favorite memories come to life after all these years.