Bwahhhston

The city was beautiful and cold by night ... intriguing and cold by day. I took photos of everything from trash to city lights, sugar roosters to subway musicians. And if I didn't have to go on a Starbucks tour, I would have wandered the streets even more in search of interesting things. My prized posession from this trip? A book titled "Prairie City" published by a company in Tulsa! I found it on a rack of books outside of a small store with a plethora of reading material. My wonderful find? $2! TWO DOLLAH!

A special treat was Robin Williams ... here just for the entertainment of the Yankee Dental Congress folks. I captured a clip of the favorite joke of the evening:

Boston Subways

In the underground myriad of lives sliding by one another a melody was softly soothing the cool, oil-stained air. I put a little money in his basked and asked if I could take pictures. He smiled and nodded while his fingers continued to stroke the music so easily from his guitar. I took a little video clip, too, but unfortunately stopped before he strummed his last chord and said, "Good timing," with an almost-shy smile as I complimented his music.

I hoped to see him again, but never did. The other musicians I heard just didn't have the same touch. Most were playing guitars in the places tucked away and designated as a "performance area" and while it was nice, it wasn't his gentle sound. But I found that I missed that musical flavor when no one was there. Except for one odd pair ... they could barely play because of someone harassing them! We kept sliding further and further away from the scene.