When call screening bites you in the butt...

My cell phone rang last night around 6 pm with a number and area code I didn't recognize.  As is my usual practice, I let voicemail handle it.  Well, I listened to the message and it was JOE WALSH.  The Joe Walsh.  Yeah.  He called to say "hi" and make me feel better.  My mom knows him and told him about my situation, so he offered to call me to talk.  He also said in his message that he'd call me later this weekend so we get to talk in person, and that he was going to be sending me "some stuff" to make me feel better.

I have to give a big shout out to my mom for contacting Joe, but the rest of it was his idea.  I think that shows what kind of guy he is.  Now if I can just get him to come to Goochland to teach me how to play the solo from Rocky Mountain Way...