How Could There Be a New Way to Go Up Stairs?
This song always makes me a bit sad:
This is where I met him as a child:
I'll never admit the number of times I pranced up and down the stairs of the Red House in inept reproduction of this scene.
Perhaps what I love most is that he made something from nothing -- the most banal activity, undertaken thousands upon thousand times in our lives, rendered transcendent.
The Mr. Bojangles.