A half hour into the Monday Irish jam at the community center, a gentleman came in and politely asked if he could stay and listen. He had been in a hall chair, heard the music, and thought why not? He was waiting for someone. Could he wait with us? Absolutely. There was a brief inquisition: Did he play? No. Did he sing? No. Did he dance? (Oh, come on, Bob!) Well, yes, he did, but we managed not to ask him to perform for us. He said he was from Delhi.
After a bit, his wife and daughter came along, and they all listened together. If I had to guess, I'd say his daughter probably goes to school around here. After a while, he requested a waltz, so we played Laura's Waltz, and he danced with his daughter, and we applauded them and they applauded us, and then they were off. But not forgotten.
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