I was in my old neighborhood where I was raised for a few years as a child and decided to dip in the old Dunkin Donuts (now Sesame) I don't know why, I just did.
I get to the counter and I tell the gal at the register that I'd first walked in here with my Blue Birds group in 2nd grade. She smiled and said "I hear SO much nostalgia at this location"
Behind me walks in an old gentleman with eyes that look as though they've seen thousands of years of wisdom. Immediately, I knew he was a citizen of a strained income. His stained and ripped coat looked as though it had been loved threadbare and would continue to be until it fell off of him. All the employees said in unison "Hi Hank!" They knew him. He was a daily customer. If money would provide then he'd sit and have a cup of coffee and read the print newspaper all day in their chairs out front. I said, "I'd like to buy Hank whatever he would like this morning."
His face lit up.
"Oh thank you! You know what this means right? I get to sing you a song."
With honestly the most beautiful male voice I've heard in acapella he sang the old tune 'Hey Good Lookin' He hit every note and the timing was as perfect as if he had a band accompaniment. Everyone at the register smiled. The gal at the register said, "He sings to me too! The pretty girls get the songs." I left there with this feeling that not all was lost. So Hank, you wonderful songbird, I celebrate you and everything YOU do to make this country more bearable. I'm off to go make some art today in Warm Springs. I've got your song with me and I'll play it over and over on the drive over the pass. Godspeed my friend!