Morning Travel

Feel that the idea of a fund raising breakfast is intolerable, especially when am required to be at said function at 7 a.m. Am feeling quite sorry for self waiting for subway transfer when hear noise of full symphony. Loud, Mozart, and what sounds to be a clarinet playing a solo. Am not certain that noise real. Aural hallucinations also possible symptoms of brain tumor. See crowd moving toward source of noise, not running, but being drawn in. Phrase, Like moths to the flame a cliche, but in this case describes scene exactly. Take self as example: Am interested in staying cool (why?) so only inch forward, still looking at book and trying to pretend that am just meandering, not going forward out of curiosity, but happenstance. Nevertheless, reach goal and if music had been bug light and I had been a moth, I would have been killed. Instead, when get close to the center of the circle am very surprised to see man playing the harmonica accompanied by recording and amp. At end of song, everyone claps politely. The man with the harmonica inclines his head and then starts up a new song, also Mozart. Later, after the breakfast (revolting hard scrambled eggs, inferior coffee, and stale bagels--if were being hit up for money instead of doing the hitting would not be inclined to give a red cent) am again waiting on subway platform and attempt to tell Oliver about earlier, unexpected and pretty, musical treat. Oliver says in extremely blase way that makes me what to nudge him in front of train. Oh that guy.