21st century man

not lung ago, in a place not that far away, there was a man who lived the best life he could. He was old and grey and spent most of his days setting on his porch with a guitar and a boson terrier on his lap. No one really knew his name but that is not to say that he was not known. He was a man, a terribly broken man, but a man just the same. The suffering he went through in life is what tempered him to become the best man he could be. He was a man born in the last century and forgot nothing of those days. This was one reason he was a good man…