Coming up the escalator from the
Crystal City Metro station this morning, my ears were greeted with the sweet strains of a
violin, being played quite well.
At the top of the escalator, there was a busker, violin case open in front of him. I grabbed a handful of change from my pocket (~$1), and tossed it in his case. Two nods exchanged, and I walked down the hall to my daily grind.
Smiling.
Also,
Henry Rollins turned 40 today.
Happy Birthday Hank!