Let me rip you off Bob. They don't have Booberry in Nigeria. You can't go out to clear your head and watch the people go by without hearing the entirety of Eleanor Rigby. I saw a man on Massachusetts Avenue right by the Chinese restaurant in Harvard Square this past Wednesday sit down and have a nice Chinese meal. Problem was, he picked it out of the trash.
Nobody cares about the addicts or homeless anymore.
Nobody cares about the railroads anymore. At best, it's a fraud. Lot of good talk in the coffeehouse until, well until a homeless person shows up. Then there's a sudden stomach cramp, a baseball game, a school conference, or a watch check. As for me, I figure things are so freaky I feel for even the fake homeless.