This is one surreal situation from my years in Summerland B. C. This fellow lived in a “pickers shack” in the orchard between the Irvines and not far from Susan Bednard. He taught me the basics of classical guitar… I think it was in the summer of 1971….. then told me he couldn’t teach me any more….. then in the summer of 1972, when i was starting into the Centurions, my father told me he had been asked to go see an inmate who had killed a number of folks ….. and it was the guy who had taught me…. William Lepine…..
My Classical Guitar Teacher
Reality is Dharma 