I think the blues is fine for blues players, but free blues has never made much sense to me.
My parents took an interest in nothing, at home no books, no records. My mother and my father are the emblem of indifference, dryness and bad taste. My father is also terribly stingy, in life as well as in feelings: I have never seen him filling up the bathtub.
For one, I think as a missionary you gotta be stubborn. And you gotta try to be persuasive.