Well I never. Its been 37 years since I last met my hero Blind Lemon Jefferson when who did I  meet in Netto the other day? The man himself. Stunned as I was I began chattering uncontrollably and was quickly corrected on the errors in my grammar. I eventually gave the great man some space and we resigned ourselves to the fact that often the older we get, the more immune we become to our own small mistakes. Its often refrshing when youngsters pull us up on these errors and nuances once in a while and remind us how much better our life is for the next generation's constant enthusiasm for our own wellbeing. Ahhh to be 19 again.....