Midnight, at the crossroads of highways 49 and 61, Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil. He handed his guitar to ... let's just call him the Devil, who tuned it, played a few songs and handed the instrument back to Johnson and he became one of the greatest blues guitarists of all time. … Continue reading Let’s Make a Deal with the Devil; Sort of.
“So Rob, tell me; are you a God-fearing man?” Almost twenty years ago in Nashville, I was having lunch with a small business group. There were about eight of us. When our salads came, I began to eat it while conversing with the group. As their salads came, they waited for everyone to get theirs … Continue reading The Threat of Heaven and the Promise of Hell
I Am No Yogi 