My father was a very sincere, caring and thoughtful man – but he was also quite in touch with his inner child. He had all kinds of goofy expressions. “It’s been real” is a favourite of mine. “Gupe” meant thank you. “Pulling a Hank Snow” meant you were moving on and, without fail, when someone announced they were leaving he’d proclaim “Ah – but you just got here.” He called his guitar his “Mean Six” (because it has six strings.) He was well known for playing his guitar. He got his nickname, Webb, from playing Webb Pierce songs. A friend brought a tape of Webb Pierce a couple of weeks ago and the day before he died, Dad was trying to sing along to his signature hit, I’m in the Jailhouse Now . Webb Pierce was a little before my time, but I remember on Sundays Dad would come home from church, pull his Mean Six out from under the couch, turn to face the corner and wail. The acoustics were better that way. He loved to play his Mean Six and sing. He taught me to sing Johnny Cash’
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