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A random aside. In Union Square (NYC) I was approached by a 40-something black man with a purple bathrobe on and a purple necktie tied around his forehead, holding out a bucket for money. He struck a pose and said "Prince, or Jimi Hendrix?" I cast my vote for Prince, gave him fifty cents, and was informed that I was in the minority (Prince 27 - 76 Hendrix or something like that). Also there was a guy in Washington Square who made 30,000 dollars a year by asking people to give him a random word and then illustrating it, accepting whatever donation they thought was appropriate. These two people made me want to drop everything and move to NYC, until I came home and realized that I enjoy the southern pace of things entirely too much. Walkin' slow and talkin' slow is the way to go. Yeah, sorry about that.
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