A man stands in the exact center of a gazebo in a waterfront park, pulls out his clarinet, and begins playing music that exactly fills up the park. Who is he? Why is he playing? Who listens to his music? How do they react? Who doesn’t listen to his music? Why?
(Seriously, this happened to me in April.)
I'm Val Serdy, and I'm an editor. I love writing, and I love writing about writing.