Office workers lined the concrete steps in Occidental Park, where they sipped San Pellegrino and ate lunches from cardboard take-out boxes. Occasionally, they glanced at a guitarist, who sang, “It’s too late, baby now, it’s too late” in a low tenor voice.
Jim Petrich, dressed in a collared shirt and slacks, sat with a brown bag lunch. He’s an architect, and he likes to get out of the office, especially when musicians play in Occidental Park.
He gets the impression other park visitors like musicians too, he said.