On the subway early one morning, going to the airport, we lived beside Wall St. So the car was full of businessmen, stock brokers. It was packed. We were sitting. One man glided over to another man, standing. Got right in his face, inches, and asked for his wallet. Wallet-man[interesting Wall St./wallet anyway…] was hanging onto one of those subway straps, reading a folded newspaper. He didn’t move, not even his eyes. Just said, very quietly, “Whoa cowboy”. See.
| Tara Bethune-Leamen