Last night, while on my way to my gig, I stopped by a friend's apartment. He had just had his appendix out and it was good to be able to have a couple minutes to see him before heading on my way. We were outside, I with my bike trailer and harp, when an elderly African American woman approached us, a baby in a stroller and boxes of nicely packaged ( Read more... )

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