I notice, as I get older, that the real measure of a man is marked out when he dies. If you were kind in your life, that reflects in what people say about you once you’re no longer around. If you were a real %$*&!@ then likewise, that will be your legacy in the conversations people have about you.
I met Barry Meintjies when I was 13 years old. His son and I were playing music together in his studio one afternoon when the door opened and “the Captain” poked his head in. Continue reading Remembering the Captain
