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I like to drive into Baltimore, visit different places and try to understand the lives of the people I see.
It keeps me connected.
There is a book store called the Book Thing; it is different in that all its books are donations and books are free.
So I go there just about the time it opens, gets some books and go to Red Emma's for breakfast and a good read.
Today I got there a little early and parked next to this independent cab.
When I turned off my motor I could hear the faint sounds of a trombone playing 'Yesterdays', not the Beatles tune but the jazz composition by Charlie Musselwhite.
I looked into the taxi sitting there and there was this old guy, playing on a trombone.
He never noticed me and kept on playing while I snapped this picture.
Start the song playing and then look at the picture below and envision the scene and the mysteries of daily life.
Lyrics
This is as satisfying a street shot to me as I've ever gotten, I think.
It keeps me connected.
There is a book store called the Book Thing; it is different in that all its books are donations and books are free.
So I go there just about the time it opens, gets some books and go to Red Emma's for breakfast and a good read.
Today I got there a little early and parked next to this independent cab.
When I turned off my motor I could hear the faint sounds of a trombone playing 'Yesterdays', not the Beatles tune but the jazz composition by Charlie Musselwhite.
I looked into the taxi sitting there and there was this old guy, playing on a trombone.
He never noticed me and kept on playing while I snapped this picture.
Start the song playing and then look at the picture below and envision the scene and the mysteries of daily life.
Lyrics
Yesterdays, yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days
Olden days, golden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then gay youth was mine, truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life, then truth was mine
Sad am I, glad am I?
For today I'm dreaming of yesterdays
Yesterdays, yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days
Golden days, olden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then gay youth was mine, truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life, then truth was mine
Sad am I, glad am I?
For today I'm dreaming of yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days
Olden days, golden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then gay youth was mine, truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life, then truth was mine
Sad am I, glad am I?
For today I'm dreaming of yesterdays
Yesterdays, yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days
Golden days, olden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then gay youth was mine, truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life, then truth was mine
Sad am I, glad am I?
For today I'm dreaming of yesterdays
This is as satisfying a street shot to me as I've ever gotten, I think.
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