This evening’s backyard concert at Miss Pauline’s in Chicago twisted our minds like Philadelphia pretzels. Miss Pauline was our 12 year-old viola player’s kindergarten teacher and we haven’t seen her for more years than we can possibly count! (Okay, about 7.) She, Aron and their unfathomably adorable children opened the show by showing us up with their heavenly harmonies then joyfully joined us “on stage” for our rousing sing-along Surinamese finale.
Betwixt and between the performances Aron and Pauline treated us and their neighbors to abundant sausage and beer, freeing everyone’s spirit to embrace the bliss of a caring and carefree community. (And only tangentially clogging our arteries.)
