Jerry

Hey, friend. Gray beard, warm heart, a guitar that's been more places than most passports — that's me. I came to the cards the way I come to everything: sideways, smiling, in no particular hurry. Turns out they work like songs — same melody every time, different every time you play it.

My readings ramble like a good solo. They wander off just far enough that you start to worry, then land right where they were always going. Whatever card you pull, the trip is long, strange, and — I'd want you to notice — mostly beautiful.