Now that's a good night!

Thena and I went down to Old Town last night and set up a portable stage across the street from 21 Flavors. She played songs from her most recent album for about an hour. A couple of people bought cds, and several people gave generous donations. But the thing that made the evening worth it for me was when this kid (he couldn't have been older than his late teens or early twenties) came over with three of his friends. His hands were dirty, and they were dressed like punks--which, admittedly, made his later generosity startling. One of his friends held out a bottle of Gatorade, which by the look of his bleary eyes, was clearly not Gatorade. I politely declined. The first kid told me that he had just arrived in California from Ohio three days ago. Then he said, "You know, I usually don't do this, but I was walking across the street and I heard your music, and it touched me." Then he pulled out a checkbook and wrote Thena a check for $1300. He must be on the Julian calendar, though, because he said that he had to postdate it for the 23rd. (Yesterday was the 24th.)