They always tell you that making a good first impression means everything, but if there is one thing I have learned since moving to Boston, it’s that first impressions often mean nothing. I’ll be the first to admit that I have made many wrong assumptions about the majority of people I have met. But of all the people I’ve misjudged through the years, Louie is the one who really taught me this lesson. The first time I saw Louie was on a cold night down the street from where I live. I was walking home for an extensive percussive practicing session so my mind was still on the drums. As I was moseying down Massachusetts Avenue, I began to hear something that captured my attention. It was a loud yelling, almost like a manmade siren bellowing, “Move!” Upon hearing the …
