And it was about four or five months later that the Fiddler...remember the Fiddler?...this is a blog about the Fiddler.

I have been mostly on busking hiatus for a while, but now that spring seems to be springing, and we've sprung forward, and I've been drinking more Poland Spring water, I intend to start up again, and this blog will start again with me.

In an ideal world, of course.

For now, here is an anecdote from sometime around December.

So there I am in South Station, like a good little busker, when some
guy comes and stands at the bottom of the stairs holding a "HOMELESS
AND LIVING WITH AIDS, CLEAN AND SOBER" etc. sign.

I'm not really familiar with panhandling etiquette, but I'm pretty
sure that was extremely rude. It's not as though there's any way he
could have failed to notice me. Especially since he got more money in
five minutes than I did in the previous half-hour, but that's not the
point.

I had no idea what to say, so I just finished my set and left. I'm
sure he needed the money more than I did.