Following our “dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer”
experience in the Wellsboro Diner, we took a stroll along the main street of
the town. We knew it was the main street
because there was a sign up that had “Main Street” on it. Sooo much more sensible than calling the main
street “High Street” as we do in UK.
Just call the main street “Main Street”.
It makes things so much easier!
As we strolled along, window shopping, we heard the sound of
a piano, and saw a painted-up piano outside a hotel entrance. Anyone was free to play the piano. It was there for public enjoyment. A bit like they do in major train stations
like St Pancras, London.
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| Arty-farty honky-tonk piano of Wellsboro, PA |
Not far away was another piano with no one using it. I can’t resist the opportunity to have a
tinkle (as it were). So I sat and played
a little tune or two. Then Ruth had a go.
Then she said “Why don’t you go and get your trumpet from Harvey and we
could busk?!”
Taken a bit by surprise at the offer of my wife to busk with
me, I went to get the trumpet.
We busked for about 30 minutes, playing hymns and sacred
songs. Nobody seemed bothered that we
were playing. The town police car came
past twice and didn’t care. The people
walked past and didn’t care. The
geriatric rockers on their Harley Davidsons burbled past and didn’t care. In fact, there was very little interest in the excellence of our heart felt musical offering to the people of Wellsboro.
But we took the princely sum of 5 bucks.... Because one woman gave us a $5 dollar bill.
That was IT.
We left and went to find the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania.
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| Gas light in Wellsboro |
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| A statue |
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