When a theatre production closes, there is a letdown. The cast and crew have worked, hopefully, closely together and intensely and then everyone departs to reality. I was on my way home and entered the subway station, dragging. I heard a gentle, not mournful, slide trombone playing. I found the player and as he was sitting on the only available bench, I walked past a group of ‘nice’ folk’ who weren’t going near him, and sat down. I laid my bags down, and put some money in his hat, that was laying on top of his soft-sided trombone case. He took a breathe and said ‘thank you’, to which I replied, ‘you’re welcome’. He then played a hymn. I looked at his face. It was weathered, gentle, again with clear eyes. I asked him if he would play some jazz, as, I said, ” you play so beautifully gentle’. The next song was so heart touching, it brought tears to my eyes. The subway train arrived and I got on. How I wished I had given him so much more. When am I going to get this!? Giving is never too much.