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I was in the city Monday as usual, and as I was heading back to get the cross-town bus I stopped at a sandwich shop to get something for lunch. I grab my stuff and walk uptown and as I'm crossing the street, I see this homeless man who had to be in his 60s (although it's always hard to tell how old they are) who looked like he hadn't bathed in months and he was rummaging through a garbage can, not looking for bottles or cans to return, but looking for and eating food out of the can. I took about 5 steps past him, then turned around and offered my sandwich to him. He didn't say a word but he was turning away from me and gesturing something at me. I put the lunch down and walked away. I hope he ate it.

I go up another two blocks then wait for the bus. I see a well dressed guy (about my age I guess) standing waiting and holding a Martin Guitar in it's case. He asks me how much the buses are since he hasn't been on them in a while. I told him $2 but you need a Metro card or coin change. He had neither. I have a card with about $20 on it so I tell him that I have his ride. We haggle but I won. He thanked me. We sat in different spots on the bus. After a few minutes I go over to him to talk guitars. He mentions we have something else in common and he shows me his LiveStrong bracelet. He's just getting done with treatments for Non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. Another odd thing was that he knew about, and knew a luthier who built, Gurian Guitars. It was a small shop in the city who relocated to New Hampshire in the late 70s where it burned down in the early 80s. Not many people have heard of the brand of Guitar. James Taylor plays one and Paul Simon records with one very often. It was a day of strange occurrences.

As far as the first story goes, a friend at work told me that he was probably an Angel. That stopped me in my tracks and made me think. I never would have thought that at all but who knows...