Traveling on the subway outside normal business hours, there's about a fifty percent chance you're going to have somebody screaming about something. Tonight's offering was an older black man who first caught my attention when he [correctly] pointed out that "I'm riding the underground railroad." Next stop, Delancy Street/Harriet Tubman's cabin. "You all can clean your own toilets." Checkeroo. Then he got interested in a couple who judging by their niceness were probably tourists. He had a big black beard. "You look like a goombah," he said. The man got the translation "Italian" from his wife, and smiled and nodded. That bought him some punch handshakes and cries of "Paisan!" When I got off, he was offering the honkies Little Debbie Star Crunches "I didn't open 'em yet." The nice blond lady lied that they'd just eaten big pieces of pizza!

I hate it when I tell people that I was run over by a bus and the first thing they say is, "are you going to sue?" Because I think the sentiment behind that question is "lucky you, success will be yours at last!"