I have a window that looks out onto the corridor of the shelter. I witness many interesting moments from my work chair.
Right now a man is playing the guitar and serenading our security guard. He’s a bit Bob Dylanish with his dark glasses and curly hair, singing a folk song I assume he wrote.
And just as I write this observation down a coworker walks in, looks through the window and says, “Hey, It’s Bob Dylan!”