There is always a saxaphonist, a Spanish guitarist, a harmonicist, or a bongo drummer when I enter or exit the Farragut North train station. SOMEbody talented rockin out. The minute and a half when there is a soundtrack to my commute is my favorite minute and a half. And then it's over, replaced by sirens & construction. But sometimes a minute and a half is all it takes to remember the magic.
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