The little drummer boy

A number of years ago I took a trip to Savannah, Georgia. The place is incredible. I wouldn't mind moving there actually. I don't believe there's any other place quite like it in the world. In fact, I'd even be willing to say that if the South itself still has charm, Savannah is where it's most apparent.

I have a lot of great memories about that trip. Without diminishing the rest, one that sticks out clearly is that of a little islander boy sitting off to the side of River Street. He was sitting on a paint pucket pounding away on another with splintered drumsticks. Not sure why it impressed me, but here it is years later and I still recall it clearly. Poor kid wasn't even all that good. Not like this guy who reminded me of him:



Who knows, maybe the little drummer boy grew up, got good, and that's him there?