he paused at the short crosswalk diagonally from my storefront, taking a relaxed survey of the street and the shops laid out in front of him. i perked up from behind the shop counter, as it isn't often that we get someone on front street that could easily be mistaken for a member of a famous rock band. hmmm....what was this man's story, what was he doing here, in poulsbo? i was already fully invested as he lay his satchel down on the counter in front of me.
"i'd like to have a custom stamp made, can you do that here?" yes, we can. and yes, we have an ink that can be used on a compact disc surface, and yes, i can have the stamp mailed to your place, in nashville. his kind, interesting and gentle demeanor allowed me the comfort to delve a little further. he shared that he used to live in this part of the state when he was young - port orchard i think he said - and makes a visit out this way every once in awhile. he reminisced about assorted old landmarks, and great memories of a unique local theater. i sensed the presence of a true and humble artist, one that is sustained by his love of poetry and song. i knew no more than the stories he shared by my prompting, but i clearly got a great sense about him, and i was moved by it all.
i have since discovered a lot more about him, and that his songs have been recorded by many well recognized names in the music world. i imagine him to have been a very special soul to have me still longing for more from someone i had met for only 10 minutes. how beautiful to possess such talent to leave precious gifts of music and song for those people one leaves behind.
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