Talking with a Man of Bones Glenn Kostur plays the blues

    My last conversation with a skeleton was at an Albuquerque Starbucks, on Halloween. Before that, I shared a sidewalk bench one sunny afternoon, with a man of bones in Tulum, Mexico. Today, outside the Kaktus Brewing Company in Bernalillo, New Mexico, another set of bones greets me.  I wouldn’t swear to it but I believe this skeletons right toe is tapping to the music in perfect four four time. Good blues can bring back the dead, but they often make us feel like we want to die first.  It’s always bad luck to walk past a skeleton without tipping your hat.