The cursor on the screen blinks at me with a dull ferocity Impatient, impersonal and aloof, it demands words to fill up the great white expanse. The few words I do have seem disconnected as unrelated to each other as I to Jimi Hendrix. I’ve actually had a few people ask if we were related. Blame my maiden name for this question: Hendricks. While I entertain the idea that almost anything is possible, I’m pretty certain that the great Jimi and I are not cousins. I can’t play a lick.