Yesterday's Ides of March was cold and rainy in Providence. My sons and I were leaving the Dunk after a Providence Bruins hockey game when the wind blew a melody to my ears long before I saw him. We chatted for a bit. I asked him if it was ok to take a photo, he agreed. Walking on I knew there was something more. Then I remembered hearing Joni Mitchell perform "For Free" decades earlier. I looked back at him feeling deeply moved. I posted this image so the world would know that he lives and "he was playing real good for free".
Dennis James Laux, 2015
It is said that in Ulthar, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see. He is the soul of antique Aegyptus, and bearer of tales from forgotten cities in Meroë and Ophir. He is the kin of the jungle’s lords, and heir to the secrets of hoary and sinister Africa. The Sphinx is his cousin, and he speaks her language; but he is more ancient than the Sphinx, and remembers that which she hath forgotten.