The Ray Charles Brigade
I love strolling through this town at dusk. You can almost smell the anticipation in the air. The eagerness. The longing. The curiosity.
My wandering feet brought me to the steps of the Sunnydale General Hospital. A man was huddled on the front steps weeping. As I approached he looked up, and tried to smile. As I sat beside him I was amazed at the things he told me. Not only do these clothes look good, but they inspire such a trust. He said his wife had just died. Something had bit her. I offered to buy him a coffee. We walked, he talked.
He'll never miss his sight. He can now see the bigger picture.
My wandering feet brought me to the steps of the Sunnydale General Hospital. A man was huddled on the front steps weeping. As I approached he looked up, and tried to smile. As I sat beside him I was amazed at the things he told me. Not only do these clothes look good, but they inspire such a trust. He said his wife had just died. Something had bit her. I offered to buy him a coffee. We walked, he talked.
He'll never miss his sight. He can now see the bigger picture.