As I sit here at home sipping on cognac, working on my novel, and listening to the creole jazz mastery of Dr. John, I notice that there probably aren’t too many twenty-one year olds in similar situations. I’ve been told many times before that I have an old soul. Whether it’s my love for fine cigars, passion for smooth jazz and blues, or my tendency … Continue reading Old Won’t Rust, Souls Still Shine: My Brother Gave Me an Old Soul