F train, entering Manhattan from Qns. 40-something, pleasant-enough white guy walks through, strumming guitar, 2 kids in tow.
10-yr-old son holds out dixie cup, hoping for cash. But 60-something Russian woman next to me, hair radioactive red, starts shouting at them.
How, she asks, can a father involve his own children in his panhandling ways?
"Terrible!" she hisses to anyone listening.
Dad and kids exit the subway car, but from the platform he turns back and makes a big, sad face.
And yet, my sympathies are divided.