At the 28th Street station, an old bum was playing "Wild Horses" on the guitar. It was perfect for the rain, and I'm sorry I could only hear it for the 10 seconds or so that the subway doors were open. It is one of the most perfect melancholy rainy day romantic songs ever.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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