I Didn’t Forget How

It was 32 degrees (with a promise of a high of 39) when I left my house this morning to go play in the subway. I could see my breath in the air, and as I was walking towards the subway station I thought “do I remember how to busk?” You see, I was overseas…

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Christmas Wrapping Paper

Louis and Uri, the two Andean musicians, were playing at the Music Under New York spot at the Union Square subway station when I arrived there. I set on the bench to wait for them to be done playing. Near me there was a homeless looking guy, sleeping. On the seat between me and the…

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