At Union Square Subway station, there is a large common area where the N and 4 5 6 trains and the L are all accessible. In this area different forms of entertainment showcase. Many of them are worth watching and donating towards. But there is one- a middle-aged woman ‘saw’ player who is heard the minute one pushes through the turnstile, hundreds of feet away. At that point she is not in sight, but the high pitched wailing and timbre of the bending metal, her horsehair bow crossing the back of the flexing saw can be heard, oh so loudly. It makes my teeth want to gnash. I would give her money just to get her to stop. I don’t know how the space is booked, but she is there at least a couple of afternoons a week as I pass through. She sells CD’s though I have yet to see someone pay. I wonder if she is banished to the subway, because imagine what it would be like to live anywhere near her when she is practicing. There is no picture to show you, because taking a picture implies like and like implies a donation. I do not want to encourage her.