It was a perfect spring day, and a jazz band were playing in the mall near my work. In front of the band, two Watchtower literature carts stood in solidarity. I could not work out who were the JWs attending them. There were either sitting enjoying the music, or off in a cafe. For the ten minutes that I waited, no one took literature, and no one revealed themselves as JWs.
The irony is, if you look carefully at the picture, that they were enjoying a Navy band, playing for the 2013 International Fleet Review.
Witnessing was never this easy when I was pioneering.