This morning I walked up to Gallery Row, a nice coffee shop on the square. No classes due to the holiday and the streets were quiet. Inside, I ordered a bagel. It was just me and the girl behind the counter. Music played. Soon the plaintive yearning of Kenny Roger's "Lady" began to fill the place, Kenny's world-weary voice full of longing, like old scotch. I hummed along quietly, until I looked to the girl, her eyes out on the sun enameled world, her lips singing along, wordlessly.
This really happened. I had to smile. Especially when the next song was "Endless Love" by Lionel Richie.