The clarinet player I met on San Francisco’s Embarcadero a couple of years ago; he started playing in 1947 when he was young, and hasn’t stopped. I haven’t seen him the last few times I’ve been in the City. I hope he is well, and continues to play beautiful music where ever he is. I keep running by this photo in my files, and the very thought of hearing that lovely clarinet down by the waterfront makes me stop every time.
Thanks to A Word in Your Ear for this springboard in her challenge, Face