I love places where there are street musicians, but I'm afraid not everybody shares that. A few years ago the Windsor Farmers' Market used to be in a huge, drafty old barn of a place near the downtown. The Yorkshire Tornado and I were there one Saturday morning and there were two young women — probably university music students — playing, one on harp, one on flute. They were quite good.

We walked to a stall near where they were and the woman running it had a very cheap, tinny-sounding radio playing as loudly as it would. We picked out some veggies and, as I started to pay for them with a $5 bill, I asked her why, when the live music was so close.

"I'm trying to run them off," she said.

I put the veggies back on the counter, plucked the bill out of her hand and walked over and dropped it in the musicians' bucket. Never did find out if she got the message.

david