This one actually started out as a “private” show (albeit in a public park) for some visiting friends, and I wasn’t going to note anything here. But after I started playing, a half dozen youths from the park came over and sat on a log to listen for a while.
While they were situating themselves, a city parks employee drove up. I worried he was going to tell me to knock it off. He was only driving by, though, and he smiled as his head was bobbing along to the music. This was a nice contrast to the jogger who ran by with the “Who farted?” face.
But my very favorite moment was when one of the young men came over to tell me, “You’re doing great!” Yep, sounds like a show to me.
(Walk this way.)
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