Don't bring him any whiskey. He drinks too much already, and, besides, he only likes moonshine whiskey. They probably make it where you live, but it won't taste the same. Do bring your camera. When you get back to Paris, France, or Paris, Texas, or wherever you live, send T-Model a copy of all the pictures you took beneath his shade tree. He can't read or write, but he sits beneath his shade tree and waits for the mailman to bring pictures or letters from his fans.

You ain't got anything important to do right at this moment have you? I thought so. Send T-Model a short letter or postcard to the above address. Tell him you saw a picture of the #1 Taildragger in the Mississippi Delta. Stella, his wife, or Renee, his step-daughter, will read it to him.

This is me and the #1 Taildragger in the Mississippi Delta. He's doing what he does best, playing blues, and I'm doing what I do best, listening to blues. T-Model is probably saying, "I'm a baddddd old man. I'm tha boss of this here long-necked gittar."

This is Renee Smith, T-Model's step-daughter. She has her arm around T-Model, but she's giggling and grinning at me because I just got through telling her she was a little cutie. Don't y'all agree with me? Ain't she cute?

She says she's going to college some day so she can make a lot of money so she can build her momma and T-Model a new house. Guess what? She also says she's going to build an extra room on that house so I'll have a place to stay when I go to Greenville.

Do y'all reckon I love Renee?