Karen, Wake Up

I tremble as I write this. A middle-aged woman and her young, beautiful girls are busking on the edge of the grocery store parking lot across from my place on a cool August morning.

She’s “playing” Perfect by Ed Sheeran. As I later discover, she’s not really playing the electric violin at all. But this is the blaring sound that reverberates through her amplifier when her bow hits the strings. I’ve heard this song countless times over…