I feel like a terrible slacker. I have been busking regularly (I'm back at Stony Brook, hurray!), but not much interesting has happened.

I do hesitate to wish for interesting, because it puts me in mind of the Chinese curse "May you live in interesting times", and I don't need thinks to be that interesting.

I did find out the fiddle needs a good cleaning and probably a new bridge. Such are the perils of playing outside and in subway stations, neither of which is the cleanest of all possible environments.

Oh, I did get asked for my permit at Government Center by a T inspector for the first time since Red Line guy harrassed me about playing during rush hour, but it was no big thing.

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Incidentally, "can you play this piece?" is a different question from "do you know this piece?" I do have a passing familiarity with "Flight of the Bumblebee", but I can't actually play it. Yet. It's in the queue.

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I'm afraid I did, in fact, kill this nice elderly man, since I play at South Station about once a week, and while I've seen many other people repeatedly, I haven't seen him since this incident.

I'm sorry, nice man.