Get Out & Face the Rain

i met this guy once on the stairs in my old apartment , while he was stealing my Sunday newspaper—true story, who was wearing this 1970's-ish tweed 3 piece suit seemingly going to or from church with a thick mustache and, of course, my newspaper in his hands. I told him he had my paper. He pleaded innocent, about 5 times before telling me that I would owe him a dollar if I took it from him. I eventually shamed him into giving me my paper back.

You know, I kinda wish I would have offered him some coffee and had split the paper with him instead.

These posts could have been fodder for conversation between us. Or, maybe he would have just ignored me and asked for the Sports section back.

I dunno, something to think about.

Joel