Yes, that is man playing arpeggios on the trombone at a rest stop in Connecticut. Taken from across the parking lot because I am a creepy paparazzi blogger.
If you forget your trombone, you could run after the birds instead.
And fight to walk against the wind.
This trip is so wierd - we've made this drive so many times before it feels very normal. I'm not sure I fully realize we're not going back in a few days.
-- posted from the phone
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