About a year ago, I was invited to participate in the praise band at church. The idea was to spell the regular bass player when he needed a day off.

So I've been re-learning how to read music, but with a limited amount of time to devote to it, it's been slow going. Age might also have something to do with it.

We were at practice the other day, and I was talking to the regular bassist whose playing I admire. I mentioned that I'm making some progress with my reading.

In reply, he said, "I don't read music well, either. Those little black dots mean nothing to me!"

"The best of men are men at best."