A little later she was spending way too much time on a detail and I asked her to move on so we could finish the focal point before quitting time. The ...hird time I turned to correct something she was doing, she laid her paintbrush down and left. Shit! I kept painting, but then kept having to go back and re-do things I had already done. By five when I told everyone to clean-up, I was tired and pissed. A few of us had been working on focal points but nearly everyone else was doing field work which. It wasn’t all spent in bed, but a lot of it was as I focused on reconnecting with each one. I spent some quality time with Cindy, too, some of which wasn’t even about music. I took her to get a burger for lunch one day just for a chance to talk where there were no instruments to distract us. It was a good conversation after a few false starts. We talked about what she liked to do that wasn’t related to music (eat) and what goals she had in life that didn’t involve her flute (have a family). We. “It was taken by a government worker in the Camden County City Hall.”The photo displayed him from behind, shot from a distance without a lens, waving his cane over the homeless man in Roosevelt Plaza Park. “Is this the guy you were talking about?”“How should I know?” he said, handing it back. “I wasn’t there.”“He’s wearing a blue jacket, as were you yesterday.”He shrugged. “A lot of people have blue jackets.”“Not with that logo. It looks suspiciously like our company jacket.”“It’s too bad the. ”“Yeah, it’s floodin’ down in Texas...”“All the telephone lines are down...”“I been tryin’ to reach my baby...”“But I can’t get a single sound...”I saw a grin from Kara, Jo, and Stoney as they all reached for their cases, and Jo was first. Who knew that classical musicians knew anything about blues? However, what less could you expect?Jo stuck in a little Jethro Tull-like “breathing over the sounds” stuff into her blues solo, and I’ll swear Tull couldn’t come close. Worse, that lady made it.