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Sara Piazza > June 9, 2009. Last night, on my evening walk (oh, how I love living in town), I happened upon Dave Corcoran walking up Main Street. Dave has been a familiar and friendly presence in Edgartown for a number of years, works down at Thor's bike shop - Sam Norton's old place at #1 Main Street. A musician, mechanical genius, and artisan, Dave once built a beautiful, albeit unusual, stand-up bass (that retained elements of the tree - branches and all - as I remember it). 

Summer nights, you'll find Dave sitting on the bench in front of the paper store, corner of Main and North Water, playing guitar.  He plays and sings really well and usually draws a pretty good crowd of after-supper ice-cream seekers. David is also an extraordinary whistler.

Dave has recently returned from a x-country bike ride and has lots of stories to tell. Last night he told me a couple - the tip of the iceberg, surely - including a story about meeting Jesus on the road, somewhere in mid-America. "I'm the one you're looking for," were the gentleman's words of introduction, according to Dave.
June 9, 2009. Last night, on my evening walk (oh, how I love living in town), I happened upon Dave Corcoran walking up Main Street. Dave has been a familiar and friendly presence in Edgartown for a number of years, works down at Thor's bike shop - Sam Norton's old place at #1 Main Street. A musician, mechanical genius, and artisan, Dave once built a beautiful, albeit unusual, stand-up bass (that retained elements of the tree - branches and all - as I remember it).

Summer nights, you'll find Dave sitting on the bench in front of the paper store, corner of Main and North Water, playing guitar. He plays and sings really well and usually draws a pretty good crowd of after-supper ice-cream seekers. David is also an extraordinary whistler.

Dave has recently returned from a x-country bike ride and has lots of stories to tell. Last night he told me a couple - the tip of the iceberg, surely - including a story about meeting Jesus on the road, somewhere in mid-America. "I'm the one you're looking for," were the gentleman's words of introduction, according to Dave.
Sara Piazza > June 9, 2009. Last night, on my evening walk (oh, how I love living in town), I happened upon Dave Corcoran walking up Main Street. Dave has been a familiar and friendly presence in Edgartown for a number of years, works down at Thor's bike shop - Sam Norton's old place at #1 Main Street. A musician, mechanical genius, and artisan, Dave once built a beautiful, albeit unusual, stand-up bass (that retained elements of the tree - branches and all - as I remember it). 

Summer nights, you'll find Dave sitting on the bench in front of the paper store, corner of Main and North Water, playing guitar.  He plays and sings really well and usually draws a pretty good crowd of after-supper ice-cream seekers. David is also an extraordinary whistler.

Dave has recently returned from a x-country bike ride and has lots of stories to tell. Last night he told me a couple - the tip of the iceberg, surely - including a story about meeting Jesus on the road, somewhere in mid-America. "I'm the one you're looking for," were the gentleman's words of introduction, according to Dave.
June 9, 2009. Last night, on my evening walk (oh, how I love living in town), I happened upon Dave Corcoran walking up Main Street. Dave has been a familiar and friendly presence in Edgartown for a number of years, works down at Thor's bike shop - Sam Norton's old place at #1 Main Street. A musician, mechanical genius, and artisan, Dave once built a beautiful, albeit unusual, stand-up bass (that retained elements of the tree - branches and all - as I remember it).

Summer nights, you'll find Dave sitting on the bench in front of the paper store, corner of Main and North Water, playing guitar. He plays and sings really well and usually draws a pretty good crowd of after-supper ice-cream seekers. David is also an extraordinary whistler.

Dave has recently returned from a x-country bike ride and has lots of stories to tell. Last night he told me a couple - the tip of the iceberg, surely - including a story about meeting Jesus on the road, somewhere in mid-America. "I'm the one you're looking for," were the gentleman's words of introduction, according to Dave.
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