“When I saw The Rolling Stones, they were playing my bass onstage,” Roger Fritz says, while puttering around in his shop. “That’s a pretty good feeling.”
The shop, basically an industrial-scale metal garage behind a house way down a quiet back road near Fairhope, isn’t showy. In fact, it isn’t even air-conditioned, unless you count the fans strategically placed to blow on the areas where most of the day’s work and conversation are taking place…. [read full article here]
