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Stranger With Books Tuesday, Feb. 19, 2008 - 1:05 a.m. We had a little excitement in the apartment building last night; John and I heard strange noises and when he went to investigate, there was some squirrely-looking guy he'd never seen before, down in the garage, hunkered over a shopping cart full of books. It turned out that the guy was a friend of the tenant in one of the studio apartments, and that they were all heading to the bar, but that the guy wanted to sort his books before taking them to the bar for show-and-tell. John says the book guy seemed lucid enough, and also seemed to perceive why a stranger with a shopping cart in the building might be alarming to some of the older tenants. Mrs Finegan in her apartment, and us in ours are the tenants who have been there the longest. Mrs Finegan is coming up on thirty years in the building, and John just passed twenty years here. So naturally, he and she are the tenants who are going to be most likely to notice when things are awry. --- I'm looking at some footage of Lyndon Johnson here on PBS... Lenny Bruce was right. Johnson DID pronounce 'negro' as 'niggeruh oh', with a little glottal stop there to indicate where he's pinned on the suffix. Eesh. --- Not a long post. The long weekend is over, and somehow, it's almost as if a vacation is needed from the vacation. Go figure. That's it. Have a nice Tuesday. ---
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