Do we know good music when we hear it?

I was riveted to this Washington Post article. Now I will finally go to bed mulling over this significant paragraph:

...the behavior of one demographic remained absolutely consistent. Every single time a child walked past (the street musician), he or she tried to stop and watch. And every single time, a parent scooted the kid away.

Hey, we've got to stop and smell the roses. Take a hint from the children.
Yvette

Hat tips to Molly and Miss Terri! Thanks.