Scars

Remembering to Forget

BY KATHY STRAUCH

The wound on my hand would not let me forget what happened. The crackled and blistered strip of skin was a memento of the searing pain I felt that day. For the remainder of that year, I was constantly reminded of what I had done. 

Remembering to Forget

Old Scarred Guitar

BY BILL BRIMER

A few months back I bought an old beat up 1973 Gibson acoustic guitar. The reason I wanted a 1973 model is because I’m a 1973 model. It may sound weird but I’ve always wanted an acoustic guitar with a voice the same age as mine.

Old Scarred Guitar