Most sons think their Dads are the greatest. The tallest, the smartest, etc. I remember one kid I knew back in Louisville who used to say, “My day-yad is taller than ‘nyone. He’s six-tway-elve”. Now I remember the kid’s father. Pretty tall but he wasn’t Shaq, ok? The important thing I guess was that he felt like he was. Now of course me, I always thought my Dad was the world’s best guitarist, by a mile. Thing was though, he was and plenty of people, unrelated to me – from novice guitarists to his famous peers – believed he was. Imagine that for a kid. And they still say it. Incredible. And he is…