Sitting in my favorite coffee shop. Indie rock blares over the sound system. Students, artists, musicians, and mommies all sit at their tables, adding to the world with conversations and roadmaps, hunched over tablets and sharing notes.
Common rumor legend says a really famous dude lives above the shop. I’ve never seen him. I wouldn’t recognize him if he sat next to me, though, so who knows.
I don’t know anyone here tonight, but I could know everybody. We are part of the whole. We all build the puzzle together. Everybody is working from a different box lid, but as we piece things together something remarkable is emerging.
Nashville, how did you get to be so cool?
