Breakfast Concert

I could hear music this morning while I was eating my breakfast, so I peeked over the railing to see what was going on, and this is what I saw:


We had some magical music made on the wall right across the road from us.  Weaver, one of the homeless guys was playing a ukulele while another guy I never got around to naming was beating a rhythm on the wall with a couple of sticks.  They weren’t quite up to the quality of the guy who was playing guitar, harmonica and singing who was there last week, but it was a pleasant way to have breakfast.

After that, I ran a few errands and stopped at the grocery store.  We’re here for 5 more breakfasts, so I bought a package of bagels to get me through the rest of the week.  But, on the way home, I gave one of them to one of the random Vietnam Vets sitting on the wall by McDonalds.  I figured I was down one bagel now, so one morning I’d have to improvise with something else for breakfast.  But, when I got home, it turns out that the 5-pack of bagels I thought I bought was actually a 6-pack, so I’m still good for breakfast for the rest of the week.  How about that??  I kind of felt like one of the Disciples who feed 5000 people with a couple loaves of bread, they’d reach in the basket and give someone the last loaf, then reach in again only to find another one.  Heck, I wonder if I could have passed out bagels to everyone??  Wouldn’t that be cool?

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