"A gregarious woman of fifty-six, Debra Bosolet wore an oversized T-shirt and fuzzy pink slippers. “I made some little turkey-and-cheese sandwiches,” she said, taking a plate out of the refrigerator. While Torres sat in a corner, checking his BlackBerry, she explained to me that she had named her son for Ritchie Valens, having seen the movie “La Bamba” when she was pregnant.
“She named me after a promising young man who died at seventeen,” Torres said.
“But he is remembered to this day,” Bosolet told him. “Lucky I didn’t name you Reuben, after the sandwich.” She gave that name to his brother, after discovering the sandwich at Roy Rogers during her pregnancy."
~http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/12/12/fighting-for-the-poor-under-trump
...and then...
It was suggested I listen to a whimsical song by a band who will be playing on that singer's birthday...
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