Best street performances in NYC: As I was riding the F train into Manhattan, four guys who looked like they might be retired Navy seamen stepped into the car and started singing loud, tight, crisp doo-wop, and they were great. The next afternoon, in Columbus Circle, three twenty-year-old boys were breakdancing, and they were also great. My friend Steve put money into their hat; and when one of my sons asked him how much money he'd given them, Steve said, "I gave them a lot. Those guys shouldn't have to work at other jobs." (Nonetheless, I don't think Steve gave them a salary; maybe more like dinner money.)
from SongJohn DonneTeach me to heare Mermaides singing,Or to keep off envies stinging,And findeWhat windeServes to advance an honest minde.
Dinner tonight: Belgian beef stew, baby lettuce salad, new bread.