My office is in the very back of our office complex. My office window does not face any of the other buildings. There is one, mostly deserted sidewalk, between my office and Tampa Bay.

Can someone tell me why there is a man with an empty wicker basket, playing saxophone outside my office window?

He’s really quite good; but since there is an empty training suite below me, many of my co-workers are out of the office, and no one is walking on that sidewalk – all that effort is just for me, and I don’t have and cash on me. His music sounds somewhat sad. There’s a hopeless quality to it which is all the more appropriate, based on where he’s chosen to play.