The Philadelphia Inquirer, 11/21/23: “A yellow and black guitar sits in Raymond Caliman’s lap. It’s a Gibson, the one he played in the prison choir before his health started failing.
His eyes, now unseeing, do not move to look at the instrument. His mouth, now unable to speak, does not move to make words or music.
The friends and family gathered around him can’t be sure he knows he is in a care facility in Philadelphia rather than a state prison 120 miles away.
But a few seconds pass, and his hand moves. His thumb plucks at the E string for the first time in years. He is home.”