Almost twenty years ago I came to America for the first time, spending the summer looking after physically-handicapped children and adults at a camp in New Jersey. I spent most of the summer following around Joe, a guy from Syracuse with some serious guitar skills. Neither of us had each other’s details at the end of the summer and this was pre-internet, so almost two decades passed. Then, one lazy Dubai afternoon, I was searching for old friends on Google and Facebook and found Joe. Yesterday we met-up. Here’s the result…