Sidewalk Ghosts / She Saved Me

My feet were barking! My discouragement growing as, late in the evening, foot traffic thinning, I wondered, “is this the night that I fail in my mission to meet a new friend?”   After the experiences of the week, and post how it played out in meeting Nathan, it would have been wise to had…

Sidewalk Ghosts / Slava – “Songs About Friends”

“What is your name?” I asked. In deep dialect he responded, “Slava.” “Do you have a hobby, Slava?” I casually followed up. He paused, glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror, eyes staring as if summing me up; and, after an uncomfortable delay–“Guitar.” “What kind of music?” I inquired further. He lightly laughed…