A couple of years ago, as I was going from my train to my office through Grand Central Station, I heard the strains of a violin. I moved to the center of the big hall and there was an artist-shirted young man playing something rousing and fabulous, very energetically. The music was simply extraordinarily. What made the time listening to him even better was that there were at least a hundred people gathered around, all entranced, all delighted. These were commuters and travelers so there were people of every hue and age. It was superb. Many coins and bills were given and much joy was received. So, yes, sometimes some people do stop and listen.
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