There was a Woolworth store on Woodward and Grand Blvd that I visited when I was just a wee lad. My mom would take me there.
Years later, I started my career working in the General Motors head quarters on the next block. I would sometimes stroll down that way and give change to the blind Street guitar player that sat near the front.
One fine summer day, a particularly shapely woman turned out from an office building right in front of me and headed to the Woolworth store. As we approached the front door, the woman stoped and gracefully bent down to give the blind man some change.
The blind man immediately stopped playing the guitar, turned his head toward the woman and lifted his dark sunglasses.
I stood there and the guy turned his head back toward me, winked at me and said, "Mm mm."
