I walked into a coffee shop in Goheung today and found real albums! The owner said he bought them 20 years ago when he was in his twenties. He smiled as he saw the excitement in my eyes. Between Joplin or B Joel, I dusted off Billy and put him on the turntable. The familiar scratches sounded so sweet to me. I stood there, closed my eyes and sang an HONESTY duet. The owner continued to grin at seeing me enjoy something that was obviously close to his heart.
On a cool Spring Sunday evening, in a corner of a coffee shop in a seaside village in Asia, I have never felt so close to home.❤