[boulder, part iii] nothing tastes better...

we could have stood in the free cone line two, three, four times that day. we walked past it a bunch. "free cones!" said the guy working the crowd, inviting us in. "we already had one," we told him and he shrugged and gave a knowing smile, "nothing tastes better than a free ice cream cone." a couple of hours later a couple homeless-looking men were pimping the free scoops from their bench perches. "free ice cream," they called out, "nothing tastes better...."

the buskers on pearl street were really good. like, why-are-you-out-here-busking and not-at-some-local-pub if not-working-as-a-studio-musician or even-have-your-own-record good. the first guy, who serenaded in our general direction during a breakfast jaunt, knew every southern-70s song and sang them as if his last name was almann or doobie or may have tended to some dixie chickens (perhaps he was our tennessee man?). down a block was a lyre-banjo duo playing amazing bluegrass. they should have had a bigger crowd.