TUBADOR???!!!

To avoid becoming pointlessly glum about the accident and being in pain, etc., I decided to tidy my room and sort things and put on a pretty dress and walk downtown. I am sitting in the library now, where I found myself kind of tear-ing up at how much I love Iowa City, because I walk in the door and there's an old man sitting there wearing a fedora and playing a big, tarnished, dented tuba with one hand and keeping the beat with a tambourine with the other. He calls himself THE TUBADOR. As if that wasn't enough, he was finishing up a song as I entered and went right into "Sing, Sing, Sing!" which is one of my favorite Louis Prima songs of all time. His wife was sitting next to him. Not to sound too Holden Caulfield or anything, but that kind of stuff just kills me.