Lovely, Paul. I hear these voices.
It was the oddballs. After my body got used to the physical realities of training -- the sore wrists, my legs not wanting to do stairs for a while -- it was the oddballs I noticed. The beret-wearing stoner. Guy working a bull whip in the parking lot. Kind of stuff that stands out.
But eventually it was the voices I noticed, or more, those with a unique voice. A story somebody told, sometimes just a sentence, would stick with me. Was trying to capture that.
Appreciate your saying that came through for you, Susan. Those folks gave me a lot of their time and a lot of themselves. Means a lot hearing it succeeded on some level.