A Little Touch of Heaven

Just got back from the Jackie Evancho concert at the Long Beach Performing Arts Center.

What a treat.

More words?  I can think of very few, just now.  Simply:

Catch her if you can.  When you can.

She is no longer the little, little girl with the big voice that she was at her debut, what, three years ago now???  But I can report that she is still a delightfully giggling Little Miss, who waves little-girl-like at her adoring audience, as if they are friends caught up in this amazing trip with her.  And the voice?  It is blossoming beautifully, thank you very much, Jackie.

She has everything.  Is a professional performer; just a little one, is all.

As I say:  Catch her.  No other words.  Except to say: She is a gift.  We need to treasure her.


And speaking of treasure…

A recycler plying his trade at the bins along Ocean Blvd. on my open-hearted walking way home.  With his mournful dog at his side  On a chilly early winter's evening…

So: the 'real' world still at its thing.  And more to report on all that, tomorrow.  

But for now: a touch of Heaven to warm the cockles of this old man's heart.

As a harbinger for that better world, just at the edge of our vision.

In the meantime:

Gifts to treasure.


Cheers.