His name’s Johnny Ace. And he’s a bass player. Johnny describes himself as a rolling stone, whose dapper get-up and dark shades were completely arresting on an empty street. He doesn’t like getting his picture taken, but changes his mind since he senses “something good about us.” Johnny tells us to follow our dreams, a surprising yet genuinely touching sentiment so rarely expressed between complete strangers. Just as our conversation with Johnny Ace came to a close, the parrots of Telegraph Hill, a San Francisco legend, flew overhead. “Magical,” Johnny Ace murmurs. And it absolutely was.
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