Some of Shawn’s first memories were when he frequented a used car lot with his dad, who was a salesman there. Always an inquisitive soul, Shawn would wander while his dad worked. One hot summer day, he followed a melancholy tune. The song led him to a homeless man strumming his old guitar on the corner. Shawn strolled up and asked him his name." I'm James," the man said. "What do you think of my music?" Shawn nodded and smiled his approval. James asked if he liked jazz and the blues. With a shrug, Shawn said, "I don't know. Do I?"

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