Seeing people singing with genuine enthusiasm in their cars keeps me from losing hope.
I've seen what anger becomes, how it destroys all it touches.
"I come home in the mornin' light
My mother says, "When you gonna live your life right?"
Oh, mama dear, we're not the fortunate ones
And girls, they wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have fun"
I play Cuban Son through speakers in my helmet when I ride my bike home. At traffic lights, invariably I shimmy some. The other day a woman in a car nearby beeped her horn quickly and she and her passenger gave a Mexican wave.
Made my week!
It's a beautiful thing.