THAT, I'll Support

I rarely, if ever, submit to the monetary requests of the panhandlers/entertainers/chocolate bar sellers on the subways of Manhattan (or anywhere else for that matter). But there are always exceptions.

The other day on the V train, I was treated to the excellent voices of a homeless, toothless group of singers. They were the best, actually only, ghetto barbershop quartet I have ever heard, and they were awesome. Sadly, they started their set as I approached my stop, so I did not have time to photograph them, but did manage to weave my way through the train to hand them a dollar on my way out.

I wish I could have ridden the train a little longer with them, but the Mayan and Olmec artifacts at the Met were calling my name.