There is some witchcraft afoot at Off Broadway. On the outside, it has the visage of a barn. Yet, you won't find Budweiser Clydesdales and dirt floors inside.
It was surreal to roll through Forest Park Saturday morning, past bikers and joggers, the quiet fountains, apartment buildings looming like mountains on either side of the park, and then, the sound of Troubadour Dali's "Ducks In A Row" coasting out from atop the central field.
It took awhile for Ben Hinn of Troubadour Dali and I to get together. Our first appointment fell through, and Hinn mistakenly showed up a day early for the second. When we were finally able to meet over coffee, Ben and I had a good, long conversation.