Seasonal Saturday

Friday, I went in the direction of Rebuild, to check to see if my USB cable had arrived there.
I would have arrived there too late, and realised this at about the time I was arriving at the main branch of the library; where I discovered that the 4 gig flash drive which I had left in a computer Thursday had not been turned in to "lost and found" and apparently it is just lost.
I posted my post, minus a Photoshopped picture that I was intending to create off of the 4 gig flash drive.
A Couple Of Dollars
Then, I walked down Canal Street, where I decided to set up and play, next to The Childrens Store, in front of their window display which evoked childish impressions through its cartoonish nature and Barney-like themes; and I made a couple of dollars.
It was mid afternoon, right around the time that the school buses are dropping off kids, a lot of whom wear Catholic school uniforms; and that is when the drug dealers take what probably is a very prudent break from their activities.
Playing Canal Street at this time is usually not extremely lucrative; locals tend to be very conservative and 25 cent tips are not uncommon. But that is the point. They are not uncommon, so they add up eventually; enough so that one can "eek out a living" one quarter at a time.
The typical tipper is the parent of one of the school kids, whom they are walking to the bus stop.
The schools here in New Orleans offer great music programs through which a tyke can learn to play horns, mostly.

The (all African-American, by the way) horn ensemble which plays on the corner of Bourbon annd Canal, in front of the Footlocker mural, are local heros; and lots of starry eyed kids dream of becoming the next Trombone Shorty, or of even playing in that ensemble someday.
I have seen African-American tourists, standing on the corner and shooting a video of the ensemble with tears in their eyes; tears of African-American pride, I assume.
But, I guess my point is that a 50 cent tip from the parent of one of those Catholic school uniform wearing, trumpet case toting starry eyed kids is a feather-in-the-cap, even if is only meant as a gesture of encouragement, showing the kid that "you study that trumpet seriously, and you can make money with it!"
It's a stark contrast to my white middle class upbringing; where the concensus of our fathers, particularly, tended to that "Any kid from the ghetto can learn music; they're a dime a dozen; do you want to compete with them; or get a college degree in math or science and distinguish yourself?"
Money
Then, I took myself with less than 10 dollars on me, along Canal Street.
At Harrahs Casino, as I stood out front picking an ashtray; a couple emerged from the casino and the female was counting money. 100 dollar bills. A whole stack of them which looked like they were all brand new.
As I walked towards The Unique Boutique, I saw a lot of money. A guy passing bills to another guy in front of his business. The people in line with me in the boutique seemed to all be breaking large bills.
Then, Friday night turned into a non productive one.
I woke up with less than 10 dollars (though, 3 lighters and a half pack of smokes which I had found on the ground) and had a lot of thoughts.

• ...someone could come and just take everything that Howard and I own, outside of what we are carrying with us at any time...my Samsung laptop is inserted within a bunch of cardboard which I have wedged in the American Red Cedar trees, made to look like just a bunch of cardboard...there is a race to see if I can get the adapter for it and then switch it to my backpack where it will become my only computer and I can lighten my load by about 7 pounds....
• ...it could be very cold in the near future (the temperature plummeted about 20 degrees from yesterday)...
• ...busking is all about "entertainment" and it is good to have as much periferal stuff around you, not limited to amplifiers (signs, decals, Mardi Gras beads, stuffed animals, a menu of the songs that you do, etc.)...should I make a cardboard sign which reads: "Putting me on a bus for Texas Fund" to put in my case??...
• ...I will have to try to play this afternoon while it is still the warmest part of the day; it might become pretty harsh after sundown...
• ...By this coming Friday (6 days away) I should have the cables for the laptop and cellphone; and should be able to kick this blog up a notch, through having the capability to record my writings remotely wherever inspiration strikes and to include pertinent pictures to what I am writing about; and to eventually use the laptop as a recording studio; remotely also; such as at my busking site (using one unobtrusive microphone on a stand in front of me; positioned between voice and guitar for a good mix) or in any boxcar that I find myself stopped in, out in the middle of nowhere....
• The bus to Houston is 18 dollars; 15 during off times....am I subconsciously putting hurtles in front of myself to as to keep falling just short of getting that ticket out of here??...

And, thoughts and thoughts....