Kids have a way of naturally gravitating towards each other. Next thing I knew I had a group of 'em, mothers only too happy for a break from shopping and children having spied the glint in my eye; it takes one to know one. A blindingly blonde boy, sans front teeth, told me about the time he pretended to play fiddle using two sticks he found. "I'm not done with my story," said he. Nothing like a rousing rendition of "This Old Man" in front of strangers/new friends to get this old man going.
Freckle-face - her shy grin was priceless - also gave me a carrot juice on her way back around. And Ms. Somebody Else gave me chocolate-covered pomegranate seeds. Food is a fantastic tip, since I often operate on empty-stomach intelligence. Money too? Those coins and bills I find in my case after I perform, each one infused with an act of kindness, are adding up. I need new tires on my car.
"Take all initiative. More often than not, the only prohibition is inhibition. Fill a void. Respect the place. Be part of the place. And always be willing to give directions." - Jack Garvey, "Pay The Piper! A Street-Performer's Public Life in America's Privatized Times"
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/10/magazine/10section1C.t-1.html?_r=0
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