Voices Carry

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Outside rain was still coming down, but we walked along from awning to awning. We came to a used record shop that was open until midnight and browsed a while, and then one of the clerks recognized Ziggy and we signed a copy of the vinyl album from the original Charles River pressing.

I was following Ziggy who was following his nose and not saying much. We passed through a convenience store where he picked up some Raisinets (“for later”) and looked in the windows of several different eateries. We were pretty damp by the time he took us into a barbecue place, but my mind wasn’t really on the weather. We placed our orders at a call window and a kind of American Indian-looking guy, with dark skin and short black hair, told us to sit down. We took a space in a booth with orange plastic chairs and a yellow Formica table that looked like it might have been cribbed from an out-of-business Burger King.

“So, how do you feel?” Ziggy said as soon as we sat down.

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