I found my way to Greenville, SC and downtown was really pretty. It didn’t take me long to find a spot. Sundays in Greenville – at least from what saw – during the day it is a very walking town. Families were out taking a stroll and perhaps going to have a picnic. The general feeling in the air and from the people I talked to, it was like ‘Pleasantville’. If not for how modern things looked, I would have thought I stepped back in time.
I had a little bit of distance to get to my spot, but I enjoyed the walk. I passed by some nice little parks and brick sculptures. Plus it was a beautiful sunny day. I thought to myself, I am going to like this town. I set up and I started playing and was met with great reception from the start. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. About 40 minutes into my playing, I was approached by a police officer. I asked “Is it time for me go?” That is what I always ask and normally they say “No”. In my mind, it was a rhetorical question. This time it wasn’t. In Greenville you do have to register with the city, and they give you a red bucket to collect tips. That is how they know if you are licensed or not. I understood this and said “No problem” I packed it up went to a local coffee shop.