A very rare sighting

 I woke up in the afternoon again, at a bit after 3. I finally got up and had coffee and so on, loaded the bike bags up with the 16 lbs or so of rice I had left, and headed into town. The rice all fit into the little free library in Japantown so that's where it went.

I rode by St. James Park to see if they had the City thing set up where they have lawn games and sometimes show a movie, and have a taco truck and even a beer and wine truck. That had been set up yesterday but it was not there today - just tons of zombies and a couple of Canada geese. 

I rode over to Lee's Sandwiches and got two pork egg rolls for $3.25 and stashed those away in the bike bag, and went by the little free pantry by the Peace And Justice Center. They didn't have anything I could use but their tomatillo bush in the planter there had a bunch of 'em so I picked those to go in tonight's curry. 

I rode over to the college to eat my egg rolls and Lee's had really outdone themselves in that they were so greasy there was a little pool of grease in the bottom of the bag and the grease ran down my fingers. In other words, just right. There was a guy sitting at one of the other benches playing classical guitar and he was really good, too. When I was done eating and had cleaned up I told him he was really good and how much I regretted not sticking with a classical guitar class that was held at my local junior college - Orange Coast College - that went for 3 semesters but a student could repeat each, so it could be milked for 6 semesters. It was a hell of a deal and I'd have really learned guitar. 

I rode over to Paseo de San Antonio and was reminded that San Jose Summer Jazz Fest was on, and it was loud. There was a guy playing flute with a bass player so I doubled right around and hung out there - I was the only person I observed putting a dollar in their tip jar too, bunch'a cheapskates hovering around. 

The bass player plays around and has played at Cafe Stritch, now called Mama Kin, and the flute guy's a student at the college. I told him about switching to flute from trumpet, how they're "very different" and how I plan to get out busking. These guys were really good. They were "official" buskers for Jazzfest, sponsored by Google. So I can't say they were buskers "in the wild" but rather, they usually played indoors, at bars and weddings and such things. So this may or may not count as that rare sighting, of buskers in San Jose. 

I rode down to Wal-Mart and got a bag of black walnuts, a can of Kraft powdered Parmesan cheese, and a jar of olives. That worked out just right. The ride home was nice and boring and not even very windy.