This week I met T and his mum, C. C was a lovely chatty woman in a leopard skin jumpsuit with bright blonde hair who stopped outside the station for a post-zoo smoke. Her son T stood against the wall nearby. He was a smiling visually disabled man. Possibly he was intellectually disabled too although he may just have had a puckish sense of humor. He started singing in a pleasant tuneful voice and when he got to the part about hopping he jumped up and down.
“Now he knows he’s got an audience he won’t stop,” said C cheerily. “There’s a spider monkey in the zoo he always sings to. It loves it. Comes right up to him.”
That and the Carousel were apparently his favorite zoo things.
The other singer this week was an 8 year old girl in glasses and a blue dress who started singing “Twinkle twinkle little star,” while her mother tried to work out the ticket machine. Was it the weather that bought out this tunefulness? It IS finally summer.