I was standing at the other corner mentally bitching about being cold and having puddles in my shoes. You always sing with your guitar on that corner and I’m surprised you were out in such heavy rain. I listened and realized you were singing “Strawberry Fields Forever.” I blinked and for a minute while I crossed the street, everything was beautiful. Thank you! —Soaked grey winter coat
This article appears in Nov 18-24, 2010.