Jun 19, 2003
I snuck away last night for a visit to the Cat’s Cradle to listen to Sarah Harmer, a Canadian singer-songwriter. She played alone, just her guitar and an angelic voice, with songs about relationships, farm dogs and thunderstorms, oleander plants languishing back home in Ontario and a song of thanks for the members of her band (which she left home for this solo tour). Just the one and a half hours I needed to sit in the dark and listen to a troubadour.
Which got me to thinking about the baby developing in Erin, and how I’d yet to talk to it. So when I got home at midnight, I whispered to Baby Z-2, though not as melodiously as Harmer had sung to me.
Anton Zuiker ☄
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