Blog 3-

1 hour delay, 5 hour flight, 3 amazing days in New York, 1 and a half hour drive, 2 glorious days in Long island, 1 hour drive to the airport, 3 hours sitting on the runway, a 5 hour flight, 30 minutes home and 7:30 wake up for work.

I am walking through

There is a cluster of people crowding around the strawberry fields, John Lennon memorial but as we pass them, Friday morning in the park is pretty quiet.

We parked ourselves and our coffee on a park bench next to a woman who was setting up an instrument similar to a Santoor, with strings on a wooden frame and hammers to play it percussively. I got to hear a little of her playing before we moved on, but it was enough to remind me that, that really is the beauty of strings, twang em, tap em, slap em, slide em, so many options!

The next sound that pierced my ears, oh and I do mean pierce, was an old man playing the violin, not only unsuccessfully but also terribly out of tune.

I have so much respect for someone who will set up solo in the park and bang out their music with out hesitation no matter the talent. However, when the sound of sweet

On a couple shaded benches sat a quartet of guitar, upright bass, trumpet and trombone players sat tapping and wiggling out music.

 The trombone and trumpet would take turns between the rasp of vocal lines to bang out solos and then wind together again in and out of each others riffs.

I sat in wonder and was downright trilled for over an hour.