Over the weekend, coming into Prospect Park, I heard sounds unfamiliar to me—less like
Springsteen, Schubert or Satchmo, more like Scruggs. I turned around, saw this
musician coaxing sounds from his instrument on a park bench in the brilliant
sunshine, and took this photo.
Slate Pears Game 210: Mar. 14, 2026
13 hours ago
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