Tuesday was another cool, wet day, but it did not keep people away.  At the Imagine Mosaic, the platoon guitarist sang “Here Comes the Sun.”

Bethesda Fountain sported the usual buskers, the Boyd Family Singers in the arcade, Lady Liberty at the bottom of the western stairs, and the big bubble man on the central medallion of Bethesda Terrace.  I took up my spot at the eastern edge of the fountain.

Two girls from Melbourne Beach, Florida, danced an acrobatic hula.  Mom gave me $2.  A man, amused, gave me a dollar.

Two women from Rhode Island were taking pictures at the fountain.  Reluctantly, they hula-ed.  As I transitioned into the second verse of “The Hukilau Song,” they found their stride, including a deep, dramatic bow at the conclusion.  Grinning with aloha, one of the women found a fiver in her wallet for me.  The second woman added a single.

Another twosome, both tall, skinny teenaged girls, danced to the hukilau.  A 40-something man, having watched the show from the benches, tipped me a dollar.  “Quite an operation you’re running here,” he said.  A woman, who had also observed from the bench, dropped a handful of change.

An extended Muslim family, consisting of young children, several women in head scarves and dark, mustachioed men, sat in various configurations near me for a set of photos.  At the end of the shoot, one of the men gave me $2.

A 30-something woman with a large dog asked for a picture.  I handed her a lei and she put it on the dog.  “Sit,” she said.  “Stay.”  The dog at first tried to shake off the lei, but finally settled down for a picture.  The woman gave me some change.

At the end of my set, a young woman came up to me with 2 singles and laid them carefully under the capo I used to keep my money from blowing away.  “Love the uke,” she said.

“Me too.”