One day, a guy named Rob, whom I had been friends with since middle school, started talking to me about a friend he had named Tom. Supposedly, Tom was an outstanding guitar player. He also wrote songs. I wasn’t really interested at first but Rob was rather persistent. He talked to me every day about Tom, his guitar playing abilities and all the antics that happened at the carriage house. Finally Rob convinced me to come to the carriage house one day after school. And that story might just be worth a listen.