Grandpa Elliott, this is your second appearance on my blog. You represent everything that is good about music to me. Keep making me cry. Keep giving me hope that a growing community of individuals in our global village can make change; through art, through music, through unadulterated joy, through bright spirits, warm hearts, educated minds. Keep playing your harmonica like it's the pacemaker pushing warm blood through the old veins of The Big Easy and you're the ventilator, gently easing new breath into damaged lungs. Keep their buldooozers burning rubber.