(diaryland) March 11, 2002 - 10:48 p.m.

I was on the train, making my way to meet Rosie on Friday afternoon. The train stopped at a station with big gum trees everywhere and there was a tiny kid in a school uniform with a tie and a little purple face on the platform playing some genius yiddish dixieland dancy craziness on a clarinet, just for fun. It was darn tootin' amazing. Then the train up and left.

Things like this will only happen in Autumn.