A few weeks ago, I was driving my friend, Big Red, home after a show. It had been a cabaret style revue of Broadway tunes and we were inspired to improvise a musical of our own as we drove. I’m a lousy singer. Big Red is much better, but still it’s not like he’s in the running to dethrone Ethel Merman or anything. And so our invented musical sounded more like an off-key cross between old TV theme songs and tunes we’d picked up at guitar mass back in the ‘70’s when we were young and far too impressionable to avoid all that Kumbaya-ing. We had really hit our pace and were belting it out when, on the Northern edge of Hyde Park, I noticed a dude semi-stumbling down the sidewalk, tapping his red-tipped white cane hither and tither. I told Big Red I’d give him five bucks to roll down the window and say, “What are you? Blind?!” more ›