At one of our gigs this week Zion made a new friend.
In the interests of confidentiality I cannot tell you anything about the gig, nor about Z's new pal.
It was a sweet time. The young eleven years old lad loved Zion, but he found it hard to believe that my hair was once as bright orange as is his.
I understand. When I was his age I also found it hard to believe that my Mum's sandy-ish hair had once been radiant with vivid orange.
It was so cool to see the young lad with my dear Zion. They both enjoyed it!