In "The Gallery", an indoor marketplace, in Philadelphia, PA, USA there are thousands of lessons to be learned. This is only one of them.
Breakfast (this morning for yours truly) was a slice of sweet potato pie and a
small cup of lemony sweet tea at 'the spot'.As I sat down at a small table, an old blind brother was sitting on an old milk crate playing a saxophone.His red and white cane rested against the wall.
The pie tasted just right and the music tasted better!Suddenly,pure sweet notes from the saxophone lingered deep in my soul and stirred up images of New Orleans. The Mardi Gras came alive. The music was so stirring that even the mouse behind the counter came out to check things out!Groove and inspiration was the musical theme.
As the mouse looked around,so did I and at the opposite table in front of me I noticed the most beautiful pedicured nails I had even seen. The blind man was deep
into his funky sound when the meaning of the lesson hit me; 'sometimes you have to Listen to See what you been missin' .'

