Play me, I'm yours

Some of my faithful readers will remember that a few months back, I posted about my obsession with the painted cows that were dotting various city sidewalks over the course of several years (Chicago, New York and Brussells). Well this year, it's not cows.




It's pianos. And they say, "Play me, I'm yours." And people do. All over the city, groups of people are huddled around passersby who have stopped to play a tune. I passed a group in Herald Square singing Christmas Carols earlier this week. Who doesn't like singing about a Winter Wonderland on 100 degree days? Although I could have made a stink. Where were the Hannukah songs?