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She began to learn piano, slowly, weekly, on an old electric, stand-up keyboard. She played a grand piano at her lessons. After six months, she sat at a piano at a historic New England church for a recital. She had memorized all four songs she played.
And two months ago, she wrote her first song.
It was time.
Buffalo’s East Side is a wreck. When the majestic (and now abandoned) Buffalo Central Terminal was built in the 1920s, it tore the neighborhood apart and signaled the area’s slow decline from thriving ethnic neighborhood to neglected urban decay. Today, the neighborhood spills over onto the broken sidewalks and dirty streets like it’s been punctured, like the houses and yards and churches are all open, bleeding wounds.
Those marks don’t go away. They ebb and flow, as they did for me, until Little Bean came along. The difference, as she begins her own musical journey, is that she doesn’t have to make this trip alone. This adventure can be ours, if that’s what she wants.