There was a group of women at the coffee shop today, mostly all strangers. One heard a Miami Sound Machine song and said "they were the band at a wedding I went to ages ago."
And another woman said, "we almost didn't sign up Tracy Chapman at a talent show."
She described being at the Pied Piper in the '80s, surrounded by flashy drag queens. Tracy showed up in jeans, looking "like a tiny refugee," according to this woman. "Yeah, yeah," they said. "We'll get you signed up. There's the line." She barely made it in.
When she sang, the room went silent.
You just never know when you're in a room with something golden. Until the gold shines.
I'm awfully glad I was out of coffee at home this morning.