The guitar is dead... long live the guitar!

A cigar box guitar is to a musician as a samurai sword is martial artist.  Everyone wants one after they see it, everyone looks cool holding one, but very few people actually know how to use one.  It's doesn't matter if you know all the theory, if you know all the chords and scales, or if you can play Cliffs of Dover from memory.  Virg understands this.  Virg tells the guitar how he feels at his core, and the guitar becomes his evangelist.  The cigar box guitar is a megaphone for Virg's soul.

 I've got those low down, no raisins blues.

Feeding Time!

It's hard work being a brother.  The time commitment was more than Virg expected, but he has to constantly remind Mommy and Daddy that it's time to change the baby or time to feed the baby.  Mommy seems to have a better time at understanding what's needed.  Daddy just kind of stands there with a glassy look in his eye's saying "The baby is crying again!"... Thanks Daddy, like we couldn't have figure that one out with your extraordinary talent of stating the obvious.

No No Daddy, do it like this.  It's all in the wrist.