“What about traveling?” I ask in the lull between songs. “What about it?” he says. “Love or hate?” His mouth presses into an even line as he considers. “Hard to say,” he replies. “I’ve never really been anywhere. Read about a lot of places, just haven’t seen any of them yet.” “Me neither,” I say. “Not yet.” He thinks for another moment. “Love,” he says. “I’m guessing love.” “Yeah.” I nod. “Me too.”
