I listened to Emily Haavik from a window on the parking lot at the Chester Creek Cafe / Sara’s Table / Whatever They Call It. It was standing room only, all the way out the back of the wine bar, so Paul Lundgren and I went outside, where the windows were popped open, creating a straight line of sight, a warm breeze from the inside, and an opportunity to hear someone whose voice was really just a shortcut to her heart.
