One night, while standing on the rooftop of a large building undergoing renovations on the far south side of Chicago, a man in business attire walked up and began playing a harmonium.
After playing for a moment, he introduced himself by saying. “I should be at home sitting on a couch right now.”
We had already met. In fact he fell into the loose category of “Friend.” I forget the exact degrees of connection, but like so many that come upon you in a big city — they were interesting.
