I just had dinner with a former grade school classmate; it’s been decades since we last saw each other. It turns out we have a lot of friends and acquaintances in common — most of them fixtures in the Filipino-American community in Los Angeles (i.e. activists, public servants, politicos, educators, and the like). I mentioned the name of a percussionist I used to see for almost a year. I wasn’t surprised she knew him, but I reeled from what she said next. “He has only 10 percent of his vision left,” she said. “He’s blind.”
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