Excerpt from “Indelible” (memoir in progress):
Jim plucked his guitar off its stand and settled in a chair facing my mom. He strummed a cowboy song about having a bad day and sang a few lines. It seemed to be about the only song he remembered.
“Hey, Jim, can you play Buckaroo?” Mom coaxed.
He strummed the cowboy tune again.
“I’d sure like to hear Buckaroo,” Mom said.
Jim gave her a blank look.
Mom nodded and smiled encouragement. “Buckaroo?”
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