We talked about everything, from his kids, to the large number of songs that originated as he walked the trail we were on, to the fact that the dog he was walking is not even his, but his next door neighbors' who is out of town, to living in Nashville as an artist. We talked about the Lord, and the course of life as we get to know Him. We talked about wives and family. It was so wonderful to have a real conversation with him. We talked about all the people he has played with and how much music he has been apart of. Toward the end of our walk his cell phone rang. "Hello Randy" he said very loudly, as there was evidently poor reception. I instantly thought Randy Stonehill, but then decided such coincidences were way too unbelievable, like a bad novel or something where everything happens at once. Well, the call was dropped, and he looked over at me and held up his phone and said, "Randy Stonehill. You know him?" When I blubbered out yes, he attempted to call him back. He put the phone on speaker and said "I'm walking with a pal, Robb. Say hello to Robb." They are working on a project together and were working out some details. Randy was calling from Illinois I think. Somewhere on tour driving through the night to Minneapolis.

It was such a blessing. What a magical thing to be dropped into the middle of my week. I am very grateful for how gracious Phil was to share his time with me, to walk a bit with me.