Old Man’s Pub

The curtain of smoke parted as the large one-legged man ambled up onto the stage. Scratching his scraggly beard, he turned to face the crowd, leaned over onto his crutch and, well, blew the foam out of everyone’s beer with deep soulful rocking blues. Slightly raspy, his┬átones were filled with emotion, inviting visions of Bluesmen…