I take the train into Wurzburg, Germany, today and decide to push my introverted limits. When I take my digital memory card to a photo shop to have them put
photos on a cd, I have about a half hour till they are finished. Well, I go out on the street, a fussgangerzona or walking zone, and shyly pull out my harmonica, put my hat on the street with coins in it to make it look
like I am already collecting both loot and fans, and begin wailing some blues. To do this as a shy introvert I just have to block everything else out, close my eyes, and blow. Truly, to put myself on stage and start making noise which draws attention my way, and obviously invite the public to drop their loot in my hat is pushing me way over the edge, believe it or not! Well, it hurts, but i get over it more and more as each coin drops in the hat! Amazing what a little money will do! So I blow some blues for about 20 minutes and make enough to buy my train ticket and lunch. But you know, i almost gasp and stop playing when the first person drops money in my hat. I just can't quite integrate anyone paying me money to play the harmonica. This world is full of fools - and I won't tell you where some of them live!

The most interesting part is the reactions of people and what kind of people give money. The first is a little old lady who has difficulty walking. A couple other people are either elderly or have physical handicaps or difficulties. In contrast to this, one man probably in his late 30's purposely steps on my hat and keeps right on walking. Somehow I have the distinct impression he isn't too pleased with my presence. Go figure! What he doesn't know is that I am not too pleased with my presence here either. So we have something in common and are in agreement. But just get off my leather hat! You can knock me down and spit in my face but lay off my black leather hat! Or was it blue suede shoes? In any case I got that thing in the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul so have some respect!