There are stories everywhere, all around us—not just in Guatemala City or in a foreign country.  When you slow down and pause, you’re able to catch them as they occur.  Case in point: karaoke night at your neighborhood bar. I don’t understand karaoke as an art form; what’s enjoyable about hearing people who cannot sing, especially as a musician? When I lived in England, I worked at a bar, and my favorite part was people watching—it’s almost as good as …