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Tuesday, August 15, 2006 Senators, Kids, Pastors and Poetry It was a rare opportunity: for a minute or two, no more than three, Thomas was playing for a US senator. Carl Levin stopped by Brothers Coffee and Tea during Thomas’s set, and after he left, Sarah, the barista, was so excited that she taped his receipt to the counter for all to see. The funny part is that while he was ordering his drink, no one recognized him. Fame is such a relative thing. But even better than playing for a senator who didn't notice, Thomas played for a blond-haired kid with a shy smile who couldn't have been more than seven years old. Aiden was fascinated by the music and at one point started dancing. After he tired of dancing, he pulled a chair as close to the stage as he could go (which was only a foot away) and had a front-row seat for some great music. Unfortunately, he and his mother had left by the time I took the mic. After the concert, Thomas and I found out that our planned sleeping arrangement had fallen through (“there was no room at the inn”), and Sarah's parents, who had come to the show, graciously offered to take us in. They were incredibly hospitable, and I found out that world really is a small place: Jonathan is the pastor of a local church that has ties to the church I went to in Ann Arbor. it ain't aiden aching, arguing aiden's dancing, dangling feet fingering fanta lovely little prince playing with numbers way past frown tumbling down to dawn it's me mending, minding my frown, waiting for dawn --Jonathan Mays, 8.14.06 ^ Top | 8:20 PM | | | 
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