I'm finding it hard to believe that the "second most livable city" in the world is full of closed people. When will people learn that they are depriving them selves by not listening to the busker. He looked sad but played his mind was on the end of his pick and strings were nothing but his next move in life. I bought him a cheese burger and he played No Quarter by Zep. As I walked away he thanked me for what he gave to me.
