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It's a rare day when I would send you to my poliblogs on purpose, but I've been in a storytelling mood these last couple of days and I'm spreading them around. It started when I read this WaPo piece about how they sent in a world class violinist to busk in a DC metro station. I looked at it from the busker's point of view.
I couldn't stop thinking about it and then I remembered the best busker I ever saw, which happened to be when I went to my first Red Sox game. Those few minutes inside the T-station is still in the top ten of my experiences in life.
I don't remember who played the Red Sox that night. It may have been the Jays. But I'll never forget that old street musician.
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