On Sunday, 6/15/14, after going to a friend’s house in
Lincoln Park during the Old Town Art Fair, I stopped off at a Village Thrift
store on my way home because my backpack zipper broke, but I didn't find any
backpacks there I liked. After I turned
the corner of the intersection and headed south, so I could catch a bus back
home, I heard a cool, new song playing that I really like. It has an old
R&B rhythm which reminded me of the original Motown sound.
I'm
attaching the YouTube link to the song, too. Why? Because a young,
20-something African American man who lives above a store was dancing like he
was in heaven outside on the landing of his porch between the 2nd and 3rd
floor. I couldn't stop watching him from across the street. Then I found myself waving and thrusting my
thumbs up to him three times. He saw me, and pumped his arm up as if to
say he's jamming and dancing alone, but he's a lot happier than Pharrell
Williams. I could see that he was totally absorbed in the present moment and
relishing every single beat. It was amazing!
He made me remember that I used to be
like that, and I lost it along with most of my spontaneity and sense of
humor. I still feel lost in that sense, but I'm re-connecting with my
true self that used to laugh and smile all day long just like my mom.
I'll get there, and this stranger will never know how much he inspired me to
keep looking. Here's the You-tube video of the lyrics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnklzGJdsRQ.
Enjoy!
