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CHAPTER 1Travelin Lfi^hta'amn, I was tired. My saxophone seemed to weigh more than I did.I had awakened early that morning and immediately commenced to fill the day with activitysome of it necessary but most of it far fi-om pressing.I played for a time midtown, a little north of the theater district; made some nice money. That wasn't my usual stomping ground. I had picked the comer almost at random. I don't know why I did so well. Maybe the people had spring fever, hormones working, calUng out for love songs. In fact the first song I played was "Spring Fever." When you play on the street, you never know why you're a hit or a bust. Is it the mood of the crowd? Is it you? Is it the time of day or the time of year? Anyway, you do the gig and put your money in your belt and move on.Next, I power-walked up to Riverside Park and played there for a while; did my two hours volunteer work at the\ \I