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The other day I caught sight of a lanky and unkempt man loping up the
pedestrian overpass at 130th. Upon cresting the bridge, and reaching the center,
he faced South over the rush hour traffic, clutched the aluminum rail and launched an impassioned sermon.
From inside my cozy car I couldn't hear a damn word, but I'm sure it only completed the picture.
I paused to imagine that any of the people, with whom I am familiar could become
like him. Then, the light turned green, reality set in, and those who had
been momentarily fixed at the intersection of 130th abruptly moved on in
accordance with civilization and structure, including the unkempt man.
You know, it's very easy in our smug little world of lattes and VCRs to dismiss these humble dwellers of the fringe, the pathetic outcasts of our complex society, but I think it's important for us to stop sometimes to really look at these people, listen to what they have to say, and then go home and have a great big belly laugh, because as I said before, it's very easy to dismiss them.
The moral, if there is one. When the light turns green it's time to go. And after all, timing is everything.
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