Last week I wrote a post to FrizzText’s A-Z Challenge, Letter G, about a guitar. The next day I wrote a Post Script about Paul, aka Bullfinch, that I had met on the courthouse steps; he was playing a guitar to make a little spare change to get by on.
My husband works in the town where I had gone in for Jury Duty, and met Paul later that day. Today, my husband made it a point to make a copy of my post about Paul, and go by the courthouse to see if he was there. He was.
My husband sent me a text message with this photo he took of Bullfinch. I had no idea he was going to do this….my heart melted.