Passing the Hat
This afternoon while Bumpy the dog and I were walking in Washington Square, there was a man drawing on the new pavers. Art or graffiti? After all, these precious pavers are part of that $17 million upgrade.
There was already one photographer buzzing about when I pulled out my little pocket cam which was burried under a little bag of Old Mother Hubbard Biscuits.
Then some tourists pulled out their cell phones and began taking pictures too. After all, it’s not every day you see someone making art on the streets of New York. Well maybe you do but that’s not the point.
A woman, hovering so close that I could barely keep her feet out of my photo, began the spiel:
He’s not being paid to be here today so please lend your support!
….. paid? Who, besides park workers, cops and drug dealers expects to get paid to spend Saturday afternoon in Washington Square Park? I wasn’t getting paid to be there. And aside from those two Old Mother Hubbard biscuits Bumpy wasn’t getting paid. Something tells me these tourists weren’t getting paid either, but I digress. Each of the tourists dutifully anted up a dollar.
Maybe cash for panhandlers is on the list of things to do in New York?