"The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can try to do is be there. " (Annie Dillard)

I've never met the elderly woman who sits beside me. She leans heavily on her cane, hands shaking as she passes me her cup to refill. She tells stories of her husband, now gone. How he owned a salon on Fifth Ave before "the war" and how, in those days, Frank Sinatra came and dropped his wife off to get her hair cut. "My husband promised Frank Sinatra extra gas coupons during the war, just so he would come into the shop to get them." she says, " Oh, when he came in, those other girls made such a fuss."

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