Then I saw an older gentleman hanging out on a couch with various other people, the couch looked as if it was torn out of a bus. They sat passing around a pipe, having a few laughs. I was drawn to the drum the older man was holding, we were introduced. Going by the name Omar, this man has lead quite a diverse life, traveling musician, gypsy, Vietnam veteran, dance instructor. Sitting and listening to him talk, I now wish I spent more time absorbing his stories.
By the way I hope your dog is OK! (there was a little dog fight towards the end of our visit that left his pup with a pretty decent puncture wound)