Tonight I’m wrecked by a bearded man that I don’t know.
There is this old-ish guy that comes to the park across from our house every once in a while and sings his heart out in the shelter. I bet the acoustics are really good in there. He has a long white beard, and he wore a cut-off shirt.
Today was the third time I’d seen/heard him, and I thought it was the radio at first because the sound was so crisp, but it wasn’t! It was this guy!
I admire this stranger. He didn’t care that people Continue reading “Bearded Man”