true art can live everywhere

(tt)   Jet lag is  still alive and well so I took myself off to Macy's cos I need a pair of walking shoes to get into shape now that I am a resting actor!  On the way back this fantastic lad got into the train and made a wonderful speech about needing to dance and hoping we would be generous. He then went into one of the most wondrous routines up and down the carriage as the number 1 express thundered from 42nd to 72nd street. He performed  hip hop crossed with Marcel Marceau which included undulations and back bends and images of drowning and tightrope walking and even Fred Astaire. He even had a devoted assistant who turned the music on and kept his stash for him. New Yorkers are notoriously tight with their dollars when less than talented pan handlers show their scars or  flash their white sticks or tell you they are about to be thrown into the street but this guy cleaned up. I hope his application for Juilliard is in.