Music fills the air...

This evening I went to see A Prairie Home Companion at the Davis theater, in which there was much singing. Leaving the theater, I lingered by the newspaper boxes to listen to the man singing in the plaza outside of J.P. Licks for a few minutes, and then headed home. Walking by Seven Hills Park, the lights were out as a crowd watched West Side Story on the grass, and Tony and Maria sang Tonight. Now I'm home, and Officer Krupke drifts through the window.

I love this place. I feel almost guilty that I'm not paying more attention, not stopping for longer, taking more advantage...