Sometimes your dream doesn't make sense - but you chase it anyway

Recently read this post by my friend Bill Wynne (yet another advantage of attending Booktopia book retreat weekends - the astounding people you meet there): the story of a white boy from New Jersey who dreamed of playing Hawaiian music. Take a few minutes and read the whole thing - here's a tidbit, written just before going into the hospital for surgery:

Should I not sing the same way tomorrow as I did today, I will at least
still have my hands to lay upon steel guitars and ‘ukuleles. I ha...