Click to enlarge. Photo for thegazz.com by Walker DeVille

I usually espy my street friend, Elizabeth, plopped cross-legged on the sidewalk, back to the wall. So it was a bit of a surprise to find her taking in the afternoon sun at one of Taylor Books outdoor tables, colas and music player at hand. S/he told me a bit more of how Charleston came to be home: it was via Missouri, home turf, apparently. S/he pulled from a purse burned CDs of songs Elizabeth says s/he is hoping to interest Sony or someone in recording. We all have dreams, even people on the street whose eyes we try not to meet.

RELATED: Our last Elizabeth encounter.