Saturday, May 28, 2016


The guy who begs for change on our block has been selling bottles of cold water from a cooler to the thirsty masses along 7th Avenue. As Katie and I finish packing the truck, he offers me one.

I demur, suggesting he should keep it for himself, and he says, "Some guy gave me a fifth of something today, for free!"

He proudly shows me a bottle of inexpensive prosecco and adds, "I don't drink, but do you think they'll like it at the barbecue I'm going to tomorrow?"

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