Finding the record shop would have been a lot easier if I had just talked to the woman telling the story but I don’t have the best relationship with opportunity. It’s something I’m working on. I remember two summers ago I was sitting in a bar in Capitol Hill, having a beer with a friend. The door was open, letting the warm summer evening air in, and I saw I saw an older, transient looking guy walking past. There was something about him that caught my attention, something unique and interesting about him. He looked at me and we had a brief moment of eye contact. There was a momentary feeling of connection. In that brief moment he immediately changed direction and marched into the bar and sat at a table nearby. I will never forget how quickly he changed course. I don’t know what it was the passed between us but he acted on it immediately. The world whispered possibility and he answered instantly, no hesitation. But I was not so decisive. I hesitated. I thought about buying him a drink and asking to hear his story but instead I sat and thought about whether I should. He sat with his drink and I sat with my friend. After he left I remember the staff talking about him, that they’d been unsure whether to let him in, but that he’d payed in cash. And this is all I will ever know about him.