I remember visiting the Santa Monica Pier as a child with my family. There was a hurdy gurdy man with a little monkey. The monkey would work the crowd as the music played, taking money from people's hands. If you gave the monkey a quarter, he would hide it under his hat. I still remember the feel of those little fingernails scraping my palm as he took my pennies.
The hurdy gurdy man is no longer there, but it is a delight to now take my children to the pier.
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