To the man playing the accordion on the waterfront Monday morning…thank you! Yes, you were blowing smoke out of your nose every other nanosecond, and that purple shirt was a tad bit ugly, but you made my lonely morning! Still lovin’ that sound…
—Dino
This article appears in Sep 10-16, 2009.


There is something so sullen and tragic, yet beautiful and subtly uplifting about the accordian. I’d say more, perhaps even write a poem about it, but I’m really not that good with words.