The wood anemone score:\u00a0 0-0.\u00a0 So much for that.<\/p>\n
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Most of the water plants have been removed from Bethesda Fountain.\u00a0 Here and there, sunken tubs of water lilies remained, their greenish-yellow leaves floating on the surface.\u00a0 At the southern end, 2 plants still sported white flowers.<\/p>\n
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The park was cool, the rolling gray clouds threatening.\u00a0 More than 30 minutes went by before my first dollar.\u00a0 Two men bundled against the weather stopped to listen.\u00a0 One of them, it seems, owned 5 ukuleles, yet he would not take my uke to show me what he could do.<\/p>\n
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Chatting about the kind of music he played, he mentioned that he and his teacher were working on “Five Foot Two.”\u00a0 I sang Dean Martin’s “Making Love Ukulele Style,” as an example of my repertoire of ukulele novelty songs.<\/p>\n
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“And you have a good voice too,” he said<\/p>\n
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Two 20-something women walked by.\u00a0 \u201cHave you got time for a hula today?\u201d<\/p>\n
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With a little encouragement, one of them, from New York, put on a lei.\u00a0 The other, from England, would have been content to take video, but her friend put a lei on her and pulled her into the dance.\u00a0 They swayed to \u201cThe Hukilau Song,\u201d laughing while they passed the camera between them.\u00a0 The New Yorker gave me a buck.\u00a0 The Englishwoman gave me two, saying, \u201cThat was fun.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Toward the end of my set, a woman off the bench gave me a buck, wrapping up a $5 day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"