boarding school for troubled boys

I currently attend a boarding school in Missouri that also is a working ranch.  We have chickens and goats and cows, oh my!  Mr. Evans, who is from New Jersey, is the house dad.  He works for the majority of the week, so I get to hang out with him frequently.  He likes music, fishing, puns, and football.  He plays guitar, and he is the one who taught me how to play.  He got me into bands like Cream, Led Zeppelin, Boston, and Lynyrd Skynyrd.  I guess you could say he’s a pretty “Simple Man.”

The house we live in is divided into two sections, one of which is his family’s.  Often times, he lets me come to his side of the house and help him fix things or watch movies.  He likes showing me all the music he listened to growing up as a kid.  In the car, we like to play the Classic Rock station and guess the current or next artist.  The ranch has guitars, but they are acoustic, so I can’t play a lot of the music that I do at home.  Sometimes he brings out his electric guitars.  He has a Yamaha Stratocaster and an Epiphone SG.  He also has a tube distortion and reverb amp that he takes with him.  When we play, we tend to “turn it up to 11.”

Luckily, because he works for what feels like “8 Days a Week, ” Mr. Evans is able to help me get through hard days and workdays.  Mr. Evans is a man who I feel understands me, and I know that I can go to him if I have a problem with anything.  He listens and talks to me in private until I’m feeling better about whatever it was I was upset about.  If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be “Comin’ Home.”