by I shot this the other morning. I don’t remember where I was going, because this is not my usual train.
Stacy Horn
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.
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It’s so funny that that woman put money in the bag and never looked at the dancer and got right on the next train! When I give money to buskers, it’s because I have enjoyed their performance because I have stood there for some time. One of the best ones was this young woman playing Vivaldi’s “Winter” on her violin. Wow. I gave her paper money that time.
Ha. She might have been there for a while though before I got there and started shooting. Nice of you to give the violinist money though.