Probably my favorite thing about Friday’s show at Caffe Trieste was meeting Zamilla. (I hope I’m spelling her name right.) Zamilla is a little girl who saw our poster last week and quite reasonably wanted to know, “What’s a Tin Cat?” Friday afternoon, sightseeing with her parents in San Francisco, she insisted, “We have to go back to San Jose and see Tin Cat!”
So she was at the show that night, and she found out what a Tin Cat is, and we’re pretty sure she liked us, and she had our picture taken with us. It was flattering!
I didn’t see it myself, but I heard that Zamilla put some money in the tip jar, and when she got back to where her parents were sitting, she said “I put my lucky penny in, too!” Most of the money from the tip jar goes into the bank so we can pay to get more CDs made (and t-shirts, and flyers, and the list goes on). But a lucky penny, you don’t just put that in a bank somewhere. The lucky penny is staying in my mandolin case. For luck. Thanks, Zamilla!