Mozart and the socialist at the Lincoln Centre
I minding my business, eating the ice-cream which cost two times the minimum wage in Guyana but which could be eaten slowly because each spoonful generating sensations - vanilla from madagascar and orange and chocolate and I not going into the politics of how much the girl who selling get paid to sell and to guard because of the tourist in front of me ask if he could get a two dollar worth and she said no.. she can only sell in the amounts given and I thought I could give him an ice cream but is not that he poor, just that he don't have cash ... So I enjoying the ice cream.. waiting in the plaza for the time to go in to hear the Mozart concert, conscious that I keep this classical music thing on the downlow because for some, it make me seem pretentious, for others it becomes a kind of buddy pretentious thing because if I like classical music then I must be civilised somehow and then for others, it make more of an outcast than I already am. And a man come up, older white man, g...