Back in The City that Loves You Back

It's been hot, hot, hot....everywhere.  Just got back from Florida visiting with my parents who are folk musicians and very active in the music scene down there.  I got to play in a coffee house in Eustis, which was cool, and the audience seemed to like what I did.  Also I got together with friends I've made over the years and jammed several times.   This is huge down there.  Circle jams at someone's house or at a library or wherever there's air-conditioning.  Got to hear a great guitarist in concert...Bob Rafkin...from Orlando.  But now I'm back in the City that Loves You Back.  I went to my usual haunt on Sunday afternoons in Suburban Station where the acoustics are fabulous (think cathedral) but Phillip, the flute player, had beaten me to it.  He's busking again.  He took a month or two off.  And now he's back.  We chatted a bit, but then I moved on to Rittenhouse Square.  It was so hot, I was the only musician there.  But it was important to get back into and touch base with my people.  I tried out some new songs.  After all, I had all that time in the car, driving alone, to memorize lyrics.  There's this one song that is kind of schmaltzy and country that I grew up on and I love called "End of the World" by Skeeter Davis.  Anyway, I gave that a whirl, and it really wasn't so bad.  Move over, Garth Brooks!
Anyway, I figured it was a successful day.  Made a few people smile.  Made a few bucks. 
And I felt the love.