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We were on our way home from a party last night. It wasn't terribly late, but I had a headache, and the train was taking its own time showing up (which E trains we couldn't use merrily came and went). There was a guitarist nearby, playing well, I thought, and singing in Spanish. I was thinking of asking him if he knew any songs in English. Before I got to that, he struck up "Guantanamera," a song that has all sorts of echoes for me, Pete Seeger and Clearwater, and the high-school friend whose Mom was hosting an impromptu birthday party for a Dominican friend, and they were all surprised that I knew that song. (They were improvising verses about the birthday guest, and joining in on the choruses.) I gave the musician a dollar, and settled in happily to listen until the A train came.
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