By whose standards do we measure true sophistication?
Today I ‘caught’ a man, about mid-40’s, in a suit and tie sneaking some notes on a hotel lobby piano. He had a childlike smile on his face until he noticed Jason and I in his peripheral vision and then he quickly left.
The other day I saw a guy driving a convertible at 6:15 am wearing a Santa hat.
A few weeks ago I saw a ‘Harley guy’ decked out in leather from head-to-toe, with a stuffed bear strapped to the back of his motorcycle.
“The most sophisticated people I know- inside they’re all children. We never really lose a certain sense we had when we were kids.” –Jim Henson
Did you tell him to keep playing?
It’s funny when you see other people enjoying their life but then stopping when someone else notices. I try not to stop – it’s no fun, plus if I can get someone else to laugh because I still stomp in puddles (surrounded by grumpy businessmen), then more power to me :)