A Boston story in 50 words

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Bad weather finds me on the Green Line to work. A talented young jazz trombonist plays on the platform . . . really well. As I rush to a crowded E train, the sound of "So What" emerges from his horn. Turning, I mouth: "Really?" He just smiles. I'm already late for work. — MARC TEATUM