After my last entry, I slept, and woke feeling not really myself. It seemed like it would just be one of those days when I was unable to find my happy. No blame or object for the feeling, some days are just like that. I'm sure you're familiar with this product. I got up, had breakfast, and went to class anyway. Later, though, Eric Clapton came on my mp3 player, singing Sonny Thompson's "I'm Tore Down," and a nice little smile lept to my face, seemingly without my invoking it. That's when I realized how I had been feeling all day: I had The Blues! Spend all afternoon listening to Elmore James, and wake up the next morning in a funk curable only by raucous slide guitar and the familiar 12 bars. I guess really feeling the blues is a worthwhile part of learning the history of rock music.
A friend here in our apartment building has fallen on some hard times, and it's quite sad to see. If he didn't have family in Boston, or a working car to drive East, today would be his first day living homeless. The landlord's people are here cleaning out a seeming lifetime's worth of stuff, and he's not even close to ready to leave. I feel quite helpless in the face of the sort of things this man is facing. All I know is there but for Grace go I. I did what I could for a brother, shared my web connection for months, patronized his yard sales, invited him to every party we've had, and chatted with him every day. He was the longest resident of the building, something like 10 years here. I wish you safe, happy travels, and a renewed life in Boston.
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