The optimist in our whole, whispers silently, to our soul. The days we don't speak out, leave us trapped in our own doubt. This guy, he is not me. I was far too busy, learning musically, to see what others see. I guess the learning of my craft frustrated my fiddle-some y-front companion ~ adolescents. Too young to care? Too blind to see? Too old to share? Too into me? Too much to say. Too much to do? Too much to play. To Too Two you.