the LIST

Do I know you? One man's attempt at a lifelong head count. 

NOTE: If you think I might have a photo of you—most likely at least one great photo of you—don't be afraid to ask me to post it ( along with a brief entry about how I know you. And if I've met or known you but don't have any photo evidence, feel free to send along YOUR favorite photo of you. (I'm fascinated by what that slideshow might look like.)


88. blue

Penn Station. New York City, NY. Subway Poet Laureate. May 2016

Penn Station. New York City, NY. Subway Poet Laureate. May 2016

Time out, if life is a game, who's playing?

If we're a race, who's winning?

I met this hard-working man recently on the A train. I was on my way to catch the 93 Amtrak train to DC, where I'd hop on a Metro train to go watch my niece, Hannah, play a softball game for the University of Maryland. (Go Terps!) Blue, he was walking through my subway car, hawking copies of his book of prose and poems. I had to admire the guy for that alone. Regretfully, I'm usually not much of a softie when it comes to the various entrepreneurs and lost souls trying to scrape up a buck on the subway and on the streets of Manhattan. But now that I'm a publisher trying sell my own books, how could I not have a soft spot in my heart for this guy? He even got me feeling a little guilty for never having tried to sell books on the train myself. At what point does it come to that? That's way out of my comfort zone. But a man's gotta make a buck and I respect the hell out of Blue for trying to make his bucks by selling his books on the subway. But I was paranoid about missing my Amtrak connection, so I barely had time to talk to Blue. Luckily, I had just enough time to buy his book. (Unlike the rest of my fellow passengers.) But during my ride down to DC, I got to know Blue real well by reading several entries from Corner Stores In the Middle of the Block and I really liked much of what I read. So here's hoping I cross paths with Blue again. And not just because my favorite color has always been blue.

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Everyone listen up... Every mind is a world and only you can make you happy, just don't bother me with it!

          That's why I stopped giving my money to bums!

          I got tired of them throwing my pennies in the street

          Then they act like they don't want to eat the food that I try to give 'em

          Don't you know this one bum told me he's a vegetarian

          He went on to say that life had thrown him a curve ball

          I think he was trying to use me to get a hit