It happened again. Friendliness on the commute home.
The man that is always at 125th Street playing the drums & singing- he said hi to me tonight, & asked what I wanted him to play. Of course I said Everything is Going to Be Alright {Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds"}. It's my favorite of his, & it always cheers me up. So he played it for me, & when my train came he said, See you tomorrow. I gave him a dollar. It was all I had in my purse, but I'm glad that I have a friend up in Harlem.
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That makes life so much nicer! I love that people at the grocery store know me, or the mail lady, or the McDonalds drive through guy. Just kidding, sort of. They have the best Diet Coke!
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