I used to live in San Francisco. Seeing street entertainers is not only a common occurrence there, they are one of the reasons so many visitors come to the city to vacation. People enjoy seeing and experiencing different things than what they see back home. We now live in a rural community. We moved here two years ago. Life here is completely different from what I’m used to. I like living among nature; the forests and seeing the occasional deer walk by, but when it comes to people there is no diversity. I’m a hippie, bohemian kinda chick. I’m the one who stands out when I go out in public and maybe some people think I’m weird. Living in large cities I blend in. Nobody cares.
You know what else you don’t see in small towns? Street performers…until today.
Imagine my surprise when we drove into the grocery store parking lot this morning and I saw a man singing his little heart out, holding a sign that read, “Singing for my supper.” I was delighted! Finally there was someone interesting to look at and hear! When I got out of the car he was singing “Moon River” which made me think of the movie, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” one of my favorites. He didn’t sound too bad either. I knew I was going to contribute to his supper fund when I came out of the store.
Hubby saw him too and commented, “Another crazy person.” He thought it was ridiculous for this guy who looked to be around sixty years old, to sing in a grocery store parking lot. It was just plain weird. I thought it was weird Hubby felt that way. He lived in San Francisco for over thirty years and saw lots of different people and lots of street performers. I doubt if he saw any of them as crazy. They were part of the City. Maybe this guy needed extra money because his monthly Social Security check wasn’t enough to live on. Who knows? Who cares? I certainly didn’t. I thought it took guts to do what he was doing.
I did my shopping and gave the performer a few bucks. I told him I enjoyed his singing. We chatted a few minutes and I learned his nephew had performed in a band in the 70s. He was proud of his nephew for making it in the music industry and that I could watch the band perform on YouTube.
It’s interesting how we view things differently depending on where we live. I’m used to diversity. I like diversity. It makes life interesting and who knows maybe we see someone doing something and we decide we want to do that too. Maybe next week I will sing in a parking lot, or inside a store for that matter.