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  1. Awesome Autumn Friday

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    October 2, 2017 by admin

    Friday was a gorgeous autumn day.  The platoon guitarist at the Imagine Mosaic played “My Sweet Lord.”  It appeared that the honey bees, like me, were counting the wood anemone flowers (26-40).  I checked in on the junior league of plants under the tree by the road, to count a total of 7 flowers among 3 groupings.  Near Daniel Webster, the helicopter seeds from a maple tree hit me in the hat.

     

    A young Swiss couple relaxed by the fountain as I set up.  We chatted briefly, then I stood to play.  When they stood to leave, they gave me a fiver.

     

    Three Israelis enjoyed watching a fourth roll up his pant legs and wade into the fountain.  He had thrown his cell phone into the water to prove it was waterproof.  When he got out I invited him to hula.  “You seem to be up for anything,” I said.  He was; and so were his jeering friends when I challenged them to dance a better hula, if they could.  When we finished with “The Hukilau Song,” the first Israeli gave me $2.

     

    A man with his wife and dog listened on the bench for a while.  Finally, he walked up to me and gave me $3.  His name was Jim and he lived on the upper east side.  “You’re really good,” he told me.  “No, really, I’m going to have my friends meet me here from now on.”

     

    A young girl pushed a stroller past me and threw a penny in my case.  “Thanks,” I said.  There’s a mean streak in all of us.  She joined up with her family, who were taking pictures by the fountain.  When they moved on, the girl, for reasons of her own, gave me 2 singles.

     

    Two 20-something women from Taiwan danced the hula, then walked away.

     

    A foursome of women gathered nearby.  One of them broke from the pack and floated a dollar into my case, without interrupting the flow of her lively conversation.

     

    A surfer dude sat on the bench with his girlfriend.  He seemed to enjoy the show; when I sat down at the end of my set, he approached with 2 bucks in his hand.  “Thanks a lot,” I said, stuffing the bills into my pocket with the $14.01 I already had there.

     

    “No, man, thank you.  You’re awesome.”

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