Serendipity on Bardstown Road

That teenage girl sitting on the sidewalk listening to my guitar wasn't just any random passerby.

She was my future wife, and neither of us knew it yet. I was twenty-one,

broke as hell, sitting on Bardstown Road with my acoustic guitar trying to scrape together

enough money for gas. The summer night was perfect, warm breeze cutting

through the humidity, and I could hear all the teenagers hanging out at the coffee shop just

two doors down. Their laughter mixed with the distant sound of traffic, creating this weird

urban symphony that somehow made me feel less alone. My hair was longer then,

past my shoulders, and I kept having to push it out of my face while I played.