Blues and green

When I was younger (about 30 years younger) I drove an old beat up VW bug
down to Boston with my wife and two of my three sons (the third was still
many years away from making his appearance)
I had an old Gibson J-185 circa 1952 and was going to play in the park.
I set up at a bench and started to play.
People gathered around and enjoyed what I was playing, but even though I had my case open
on the ground no one was throwing money into it as I was hoping they would.
I decided to start it by dropping a quarter into it so they might get a hint.
My oldest boy (at the time he was about 3) saw this with interest.
I started to play again and he promptly picked up the quarter
and gave it to a young child walking by.
So much for becoming a famous street musician.
I decided I couldn’t afford it.