My goodbye to the Valley was quite anticlimactic, taking place at the Amherst Farmer's Market once again. I envisioned my final busk taking place at the usual spot in Northampton, but for various reasons (conflicting events, inflexibility of pitches, and other engagements), I stayed on this side of the river. It was certainly convenient, but I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to my favorite people who hang around: E, Dan, that one friendly beggar, the girls who come in from Springfield, etc. Not to presume that these people would care about my imminent departure. And so I baked under the sun (this time having taken precautions) for a mere two hours until I quit to have lunch with friends.
And so I conclude this chapter of my busking career with a mere five anecdotes. Then, time to pack.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
1. A minivan was one of several cars stopped at a red light. I heard the door slide open, and a little boy jumped out, ran over to me, and dropped a dollar in the box. The light changed, and he ran back and closed the car door just in time.
2. "I bet that skirt isn't an accident!"
3. A guy tabling for green energy caught me nibbling on a carrot and asked, "Do carrots make your fingers stronger?" I hope so!
4. A few weeks ago, in Northampton, some Girl Scouts were selling cookies. They walked by a few times, finally giving me a few thin mints as I packed up. These same girls were back, and recognized me. I heard them whispering to their other friends as they arrived, "It's the lady we saw in Northampton!!!!!"
5. Someone talked to me about his favorite Scottish band, Runrig, and advised I look them up. I plan to.
And that is all, can you believe that? Goodbye, Valley, and Hello, Provincetown!
