Feeling the Blues in South Dakota

As he closed his eyes, a deep, soulful moan escaped his pursed lips, reverberating through the dimly lit bar. He moved his right hand over the six strings of his acoustic guitar, letting another chord out into the anticipating crowd.

As he shook his head and looked down, one wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking of his childhood? Those early years of his life spent on the street corners with his father, playing for money. Or was he thinking about where his next dollar was coming from?

“Joy.” That was the one word that summed up Alvin “Little Pink” Anderson’s emotions on that stage.