Spotted in Brooklyn

This morning after finishing my run, while walking back home on Berkeley (I think), a man came out through the front door of a brownstone.

He was wearing a shirt. And jeans.

But no shoes.

And he was playing a mandolin.

Just standing there on his stoop, with no shoes on, playing a mandolin while looking up and down the street.

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4 thoughts on “Spotted in Brooklyn

  1. So, what you’re saying is, you kinda felt like you were in a cleaner, sober New Orleans for a minute? Did you toss a dollar at him?

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