A large-waisted man with longish hair under an old gray cap , a scruffy white beard and a cane limps in, sets down the guitar case and orders diet Pepsi.
He sings tenor harmony on some of the choruses but mostly he sits with his eyes closed and listens.
A lull comes and he starts into "Danny Boy" but cannot get beyond; "though summer's gone..."
His head bows to his chest and his shoulders shake as he weeps, silently, as if the sound of his tears falling would shatter his soul like crystal.

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