Late in the afternoon I made a dash to the grocery store to pick up a rotisserie chicken (how, or how did I survive before they came on the scene?) to make a salad for incoming company.
I was midway through deciding whether I had plain yogurt at home and would the visitors mind scallions in their salad when a familiar face walked by. This is unusual enough here in Florida, where we only know a handful of people.
But this face was familiar in a different way. I recognized his shaved head, small build, and mustache because I had last seen them on stage, playing a lead in the production of Crazy for You.
His last appearance had been singing and dancing in front of applauding (and paying) patrons of the arts and now he here was in a green Publix shirt and name badge, gathering up carriages.
FYI, just before I turned out the light last night I was treated to a different public display at the end of the bed.