Five Years Ago

Five years ago after the Israel Day parade I saw a fellow on the street selling original posters. His daughter was playing violin. They weren't getting many customers. I looked over his work and spoke with him. I bought a Cheerio box collage of inspiring words and a larger work of letters from assorted products spelling out The Gettysburg Address. At the end of this summer I dropped off the work of Michael Albert to be framed. On Erev Yom Kippur after physical therapy I picked them up. Yesterday I hung them. Freedom.