seen in passing

Outside the drug dispensary in the wellness center, a older man with thistledown white hair had some kind of musical-instrument-in-progress on his lap. It was bigger than a ukelele, and more or less guitarlike in shape, though not entirely like a guitar, and it was only about as deep as a fiddle. The wood was wheat-colored, raw, and held together by a series of metal clamps. It was, he told me, his own invention, a cross between a mandolin and a guitar. He explained things I couldn't quite un...