About fifteen minutes ago the sax music got more cheerful. About ten minutes ago it became apparent that the sax man was no longer alone. I peered out my third floor window and I saw something that was only slightly less unlikely than a man panhandling: two people from another department getting married. It turns out the basket was for wedding gifts, not donations for the sax man.

Riding into work this morning I was fairly expectation free, but I’ll admit that I was a little surprised by a lunch hour wedding.