You’d hardly know what year it is. And for sure it doesn’t matter. What matters here is love, music, friends – just like always. So many people come up to me, “are you Connie, I haven’t seen her for years.” I feel like Everyman – no one special, someone counted and counted on. No one asks directions – people often think I know where I am – everyone knows where they are and how to get to the next place – wherever it is.
We listened to music, ate vegan ice cream and felafels, watched, listened and were so glad to be there.
It was a beautiful day, we were in the heat of the summer, and it was in us.