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I have never seen monsoon rains; except for televison and my imagination. However, today I think I saw the closet thing to it. I became soaked despite my sturdy umbrella. I carry two passes for public transit. One is an unlimited ride card; the other one is in case I forget the expiration date on the unlimited card. It is my back up.
Today it came in handy for someone else. I paid her fare with my back up card. No one should be caught in a "moonsoon".

A book is new to you, if you have not read it yet. I'm paraphrasing a sign that a used book dealer had in his store window. The best price for a "new" book, however, is free. People leave books on the street to be taken.

Recently, I read a supsensful paperback that I had picked from one of these free piles; spicing up a stressful working day. Yesterday, I donated this, and other free books to the library. I noticed that one or two fo them, had origninated from the library in the first… Continue

Some time ago, a banker went beyond the call of duty, to acquire some basic information, for me. I have been wanting to thank her, but I have been procastinating. The other day, I found some thank you cards. I sent one to her. I almost chnaged my mind, thinking it would be silly. I mean, no one sends thank you notes through snail mail anymore, right?
Her celebratory voice, reminded me, of the USA sotball captian, after their victory. I wonder if I would get the same reuslt from my Dentist?

Some people are extraordinary givers. A woman in Africa, offering a portion of her only meal, to a news reporter would certainly be an example. Some time ago, I could not find work. I decided I would paint, paperhang, place bathroom tiles, and cabinets. In short, I would do odd jobs.

When I needed a hand, I hired some guys who were homeless. Some of them were clean, and did not drink. Two of these guys would offer to loan me money. Incredible. These guys on the second tier of Maslow's… Continue

Yesterday, was marathon Sunday, which made for the highlight give of the day. Back in 1986, when I ran the race, there were approximately 20,000 people. Today, thre are over 30,000. Only the world class runners receive widespread recognition. The overwhelming majority are unknown greats, each with a story, of why they run.

I stood along fourth avenue in Brooklyn, and cheered for those in the back of the pack. Some were walking; some were joggly slowly. I became hoarse, while those I… Continue