10/08/2026
A story of a man . A warrior poet , Executive Director of a Veteran Non Profit and now a Busker!!
To good not to share
(Thor)
Something happened last night.
Nothing earth-shattering, at least not to anyone watching. But for me, it was one of those moments when you realize you've accomplished something you've admired your entire life.
I've always been fascinated by buskers. Street musicians, wandering troubadours, free spirits who make their way through the world with little more than their talents and the courage to share them.
Its not really for how well they play or sing, but because of the extraordinary strength it takes to stand in front of complete strangers and hang your soul out there, naked, with nothing more than a song.
Hoping for a smile. Hoping to make a connection. Hoping to watch a small child dance.
There's such beauty in that, and the bravery? Well, I've always admired that. The world isn't always kind to street performers.
Ive had people walk past, ignore me, judge me, and literally tell me I suck.
But you stand there anyway.
No stage. No curtain. No one introducing you. Just you, your instrument, and whatever the world decides to give you back.
I've played music in different places and different countries, but last night something changed.
Standing on a sidewalk in New London with my guitar, I realized I could walk into just about any crowd of strangers, pull out my guitar, and simply start singing. No embarrassment. No fear of what people might think. Just the freedom and joy of sharing a song.
And I realized something else. That I became part of another tribe thats a thousand years old.
Those wild, brave, gypsys that I've admired for so long.
I'm finally a busker.