Searching for Sunny Holiday ...

There is this semi-drunk magician who works the streets of Boston who
goes
under the name Sunny Holiday. He's pretty good but he's real thin and
kind
of looks like Willem Dafoe on a bender. He also wears tuxedo pants a
white
tank top, tuxedo vest and bow tie. He make quarters get bigger, cuts
rope,
etc and culminates in a pretty  impressive routine that took "15 years
to
master".

So I saw him one summer night on upper Newbury Street doing his act.
But it
was kind of depressing thinking about his wasted life, and also - he
was
standing in front of a closed shoe store with lights in the window - so
you
could see the reflection of what he was doing behind his back. there
was
still some sort of beauty even though you knew how he was doing it -
kind of
like seeing Walken tap dance in America's Sweethearts - entertaining.

Anywho, at the end of his act he passes the hat, and then he utters ONE
OF
THE FUNNIEST LINES I'VE EVER HEARD: "Folks, I don't need your change,
my
rent is 1,500 a month" And he says this in this kind of non -chalant
way,
upper teeth showing - kind of like Defoe blabbering to Charlie Rose
about
the arc of the Wooster group's latest performance.

It continues - he gathers the money - leaves his props inside his
little
roped off circle and literally sprint down Newbury Street. About 5
minutes
later I see him come out of the wine shop clutching a brown paper bag
with a
grin like the guy from Total Eclipse when he passes Romane Bohringer on
the
train.

Well, thats it. I spent a lot of that summer saying to Corrie, "Folks,
I
don't need your change" And then she would get really sick of it and
then I
would say, "Can you just give me one 'folks'"

And she would oblige,
"Folks, I don't need your ..."

"Your, your what?" I would excitedly interject.

"Your change" she would mutter.