I Partied with the Keyboard Player for Judas Priest — Lessons in Life

A hot summer day poolside at the Jones twin’s house. No parental units within miles, we lounged, played music at peak volume. As the sun set beyond the hillside, shadows marching down the dry brittle brown slope, we decided to nominate a few to go buy beer. I was part of the mission. A few miles down the main road through town, the Village Center was the congregation…