Ironic sight: Crossing the street tonight, I passed through the median and sitting there on the bench was a homeless guy (the one who always wears the bike helmet with the rearview mirror) tapping away on a palm pilot.

On a somewhat related note, Maggie and I were meeting some of our classmates for drinks the other night after work in Midtown, and as we were walking to the bar we passed the rollerskate guy. And as I explained to her that he hangs out up by school a lot, I realized I'm far more New York than I want to be.