Notes on a Day of Busking
1.) Every child under the age of about ten stops to listen. Or they try to stop; often Mom pulls them away.

2.) Every child under the age of about three stops and then starts dancing. It's pretty much the cutest thing in the world. Their eyes get big, and then their feet start going up and down!

3.) If adults are going to stop and listen, they try not to make it obvious. They stand behind me (city code says buskers can't back up against the store fronts, so there's always a good six feet between my back and the wall,) or they sit on a park bench opposite me and look in another direction, or they slowly walk past me . . . and then past again from another direction . . . (STRANGE!)

4.) My entire left arm started cramping, my fingers hurt, my feet hurt, and I have a headache. BUT I bought myself lunch, went grocery shopping, and have money to spare in my wallet.

5.) My goal is to make more per hour than Joshua Bell did. I'll let you know when this happens. Lesson learned: talent possessed and money earned have approximately NO relationship (STRANGE!).