On the way to the park today we discovered the home of Little Walter. Right there on Lee St. I tried to image him playing on this street as a little boy and wondered did he know what possibility his life held. I wondered if he even dared to dream or did it just land in his lap as things seem to do for those few and lucky ones.
Still it awes me to look at history markers and feel somehow connected to the person. How lucky we are to have our history touched by these golden ones and filled with the rainbow like moments that their lives have added to ours before ours began to be.