Blog of Josh Hall

When I was a kid I played baseball at a field that was on the same street as my grandfather’s (Pappap’s) house, but a good mile down the road, and across a pretty heavily trafficked intersection. Let me back up a little bit.  You have to know a little bit about Pappap.  I’m sure my […]

I’m sorry, Dad. There’s going to be a lot of things I should apologize to my dad for.  this will be the first one, that I’ve at least fully realized anyway.  Growing up, he had guitars that would just sit in cases and he’d never play them.  Once I got out on my own, I […]