Written on a day in summer:
"I was just leaving the metro to get to work, adding up how I was going to stretch the last two dollars in my wallet for the ride home. And all the way up the escalator, as I’m blasting my music, I hear a distant baritone tune in the background that I kind of didn’t even notice. But when I get to the top of the escalator I took my earphones out to see a teenage boy playing a large double bass with a sign that said he wanted to go to a high school for the arts and a small jar full of strangers’ money…I smiled because that’s what I would do in such a situation. In truth I’m not sure if it was a scam or not and frankly I couldn’t imagine that it was. The look that boy had on his face was so sad, but it was the look of an artist baring his soul to his craft. Somewhere between heartache and bliss or something like that. And I smiled because I could recognize the irony that I was planning the fate of two dollars that were never mine to keep. And now those last dollars have joined the fray of money shoved into that boy's small jar…"
"I was just leaving the metro to get to work, adding up how I was going to stretch the last two dollars in my wallet for the ride home. And all the way up the escalator, as I’m blasting my music, I hear a distant baritone tune in the background that I kind of didn’t even notice. But when I get to the top of the escalator I took my earphones out to see a teenage boy playing a large double bass with a sign that said he wanted to go to a high school for the arts and a small jar full of strangers’ money…I smiled because that’s what I would do in such a situation. In truth I’m not sure if it was a scam or not and frankly I couldn’t imagine that it was. The look that boy had on his face was so sad, but it was the look of an artist baring his soul to his craft. Somewhere between heartache and bliss or something like that. And I smiled because I could recognize the irony that I was planning the fate of two dollars that were never mine to keep. And now those last dollars have joined the fray of money shoved into that boy's small jar…"