Saturday, July 21, 2007

Local color

There was a man sitting on the main street tonight in his wheelchair, wearing sunglasses and holding a guitar and an orange and white kitten tenderly wrapped in a washcloth. When we passed going back the other way, his wife had rearranged his chair so he could look out towards the passing cars, and for some reason she wanted the kitten. “Dame la gatita!” she demanded.

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