A young guitarist with a man-bun was playing, without amplification, where Colin usually sets up. Given how hot it was, I was not unhappy to be forced into the shade of the Norway Maple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHave you got time for a hula today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSure,\u201d said one of the 2 teenaged girls who stopped to watch me play. She put a dollar in my case; I handed out leis to both girls, who hailed from Kingston, NY.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A mom came up with her camera and asked, \u201cWhat are you\ndoing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe\u2019re doing the hula,\u201d was the answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mom tossed me another dollar, and when I started the second verse of \u201cThe Hukilau Song,\u201d she tossed in a third. Blowing past my break-even in the first 10 minutes of busking was a harbinger of a good day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A woman with a bright orange muumuu smiled as she walked\npast me toward The Boathouse. On her\nreturn, she smiled again and laid a single in my case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A family, consisting of mom, dad and 2 kids under 10, a boy and a girl, hung out by the fence to watch the rowboats.\u00a0 With her back to me, mom started swaying to my music.\u00a0 As they turned to leave, she smoothed out a fiver and floated it into my case.\u00a0 A moment later, the young boy ran back to me with another buck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I counted out my money, there were $10 in paper currency,\nplus 1 quarter that someone had tossed in when I wasn\u2019t looking.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"