Jackson is a major changing point on the Blue Line in Chicago. People can change to the Red Line via underground walkway and it's right by U.S. government offices. There are plenty of businesses in that part of the Loop. There are better perfomers at Jackson because of the sheer volume of foot traffic.
Where I work, I can get off at either Jackson or Monroe; each works for a quick pre-work visit to the post office. There are a couple of entertainers I've never seen at Monroe. Each gentleman is not unique in his looks. One is quite thin, the other is quite average. Each one is in the age range of 50-68. Each one has a lovely, clear tenor.
I saw the thin man about four months ago. My day had been utter crap and when I got to the platform, there he was, singing from a songbook that might be called "Popular Songs for Tenors from the Last 50 Years of American Music." He was singing "Cheerleader," a particularly cloying song by the Jamaican singer called OMI. I hate that song, yet the thin man, accompanied by a single maraca, was making it sound happy and not annoying. I've heard his version of "Stand By Me" and I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out what the third and fourth songs were. He was singing like he was on stage in some small club and I was happy to hear him.
The average man is a more recent arrival. He showed up on a Thursday night about three weeks ago, offering a selection from the Ink Spots, "If I Didn't Care." He did care and believe me, if he didn't care, it felt like he cared and you'd have a hard time convincing me otherwise. That was the only time I've seen him but I hope I see him again. He and the thin man hit all the right notes and share all the right feelings. We're not on the CTA platform any longer. With the Monroe Blue Line Tenors and the Gorilla and the Spud from last week, we're in some comfortable setting and the appreciative audience and I are all immersed in their performances, and for just a moment, I smile.