I know I’m a yankee, and worse, a Buffalonian, but I have a lot trouble understanding old southern dudes when they speak. This guy played songs as I took pictures of him and I finally realized, after much nodding on my part, that what he was saying was the songs cost money. As luck would have it I had a few bucks in my purse. I don’t know what would have happened if I didn’t have the money, because I had already heard the songs, and it’s not like you can give back a tune. He made nice music, I made a nice picture, and we shook hands before I left. Good dude.
P.S. The 24mm prime from school is my new favorite.