Dueling Guitars

So last night I returned to the shelter with my Dad and two guitars. Last Friday I met Eddie at the shelter and he told me how his instruments were destroyed in the hurricane. He also said that someone showed up with a $30 guitar and let him play for a bit. I knew that I was not the person that should be hanging out with this guy, but that my dad should definitely meet him. He was sitting in a corner eating chicken nuggets that looked more like soggy bread and was wearing the same clothes as when I met him last week. I spotted the oversized scuba diving cap and what he called his "Johnny Depp glasses."
We were there for two hours. I listened while Eddie and my dad played tunes like "Spooky" and "House of the Rising Sun." Eddie assured us that he wasn't that great of a guitar player, but he was teaching my dad some chords that he didnt even know existed, mostly blues and jazz.
Which reminds me: the Jazz fest is this weekend. I have never attended, but I thought since I have been so interested in the evacuees from New Orleans, I might just have to get a taste of that jazz.
We are returning to the shelter tonight. I think I will take some toe nail clippers for Eddie. He keeps mentioning a need for those.