subway story

so there's this one guy who i continually see on the M train in the morning. he wears a little newsboy kind of cap, big scary glasses and one of those vaguely plaid short-sleeved shirts that seem to be the uniform of so many septagenarians.

on the surface, your typical oldster.

he carries this piece of paper with him, a sheet of lined notebook paper of the sort we once did our algebra homework on...it's covered in circles, tiny circles, and every few minutes he makes a notation of a number in each of them. by the time i get to him each morning, he's filled up about a third of the page.

i cannot fathom the rhyme or reason.

there was a new development this morning, though. he's started making noises. growling. singing. whatnot. i wish i knew what was going on in that brainpan.

ah, morning.

in other news...

oy! biscuit! happy birthday!