When Over the Rhine came out to sing Hungry Heart with Lucy Wainwright-Roche, an almost complete stranger took one look at me and wrapped her arms around me. I tensed up tight at the sudden unexplained intimacy, before leaning into her, crying, while she cradled my head and whispered that everything was okay. She held my hand for the rest of the night. No questions asked, no answers given. “You were meant to sit in this chair tonight,” she said. “There are no coincidences.” We had breakfast together the following morning, before she left for Ohio, probably never to be seen again, only as real as memories can take us.
To all the guardian angels roaming this Earth: thank you.