In the very back rows of the parking lot, in the space just before mine, a red headed woman, maybe in her sixties, sat alone in the front seat of her old tan colored sedan. She was playing her heart out on a harmonica while old style, heavy on the steel pedal country & western music was blaring from her speakers.
She seemed oblivious to me standing at my car door for a few minutes watching and listening. I hated to get in my car and drive away, but was compelled to leave her to her thing.
I wonder how long she sat there playing. Seeing people in random places making or even enjoying music is something I don't see everyday, but I think I probably should.
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