We walked up Pleasant Valley and continued on Grand when it changed names, then cut over to Lakeshore Ave to go to TJ's. There was a guy standing in front of Lakeshore Produce playing a guitar and singing to nobody, so Pirate tossed a buck into his guitar case. (Pirate & I both believe that the Universe likes it when you tip buskers.) "Oh!" he said, "oh, hey, you put something in the case, you gotta stay and listen!"
So we did. I sat on the bench in front of Peet's, and he said to Pirate, "Okay, there's you and me, and then there's her alone as the Lone Ranger, so—" turning to me "— you get to pick what you want to hear. Blues, rock, country-western, jazz..." I chose blues. "Great!" he said. "Now, this is a song about people talking bad about your honey..." and started playing. And he was good, too!
He finished that song, and before we were done applauding, he said to Pirate "Your turn! What do you want to hear?" Pirate chose rock, and he played us a blues-rock song he'd written. Outstanding. When he was done, Pirate tossed a $5 into the case because he was so good, we all wished each other a good evening, stay cool man, you take care of yourself... and Pirate and I headed off to TJ's.
When we came out, I looked back at where he was and was pleased to see that three young women were standing around him, grooving on whatever he was playing.
The more we walk around, the more interesting things we bump into.