I met this man Brad. He was pretty incredible. He played the guitar like a seasoned recording artist, and the saxophone as deftly as any musician in the orchestra. He played because he loved it, and he played on the streets so more people could hear, participate and appreciate his talents.  He was skinny, wore jeans with holes in the knees and a button-up flannel.  He was the epitome of the Seattle Grunge scene – if the Seattle grunge scene had a PhD in Music from the University of Nebraska.

Because he had a PhD in Jazz Studies.  From U of Nebraska, a jazzy Cornhusker.

30-something, well-educated, drove out to Seattle in a bus, a musician and a vagabond.  Happy.

He was not homeless. He was busking.  He played on the street for money, he achieved happiness with his strings.

 He was brilliant, articulate and intelligent.  I met him in a park over Russian pirochky’s enjoying the view of the water and the boats and of everything *Sound-y* about the Puget.

Lunching with a Husker Busker and a view.  Happy.