Walking back from the central library, from where I picked up treasures of Cecil Taylor and ELO, standing on NW Park, waiting to cross Burnside, I noticed one person, a blanket shrouded shaggy man, across the street, up the block, walking towards me. Burnside traffic was thick and aggressive, so I was going nowhere, so I watched him shuffle closer. When he finally reached the intersection, he became two people, a very tall, very beautiful blonde woman and a highly conservative business man. When this one person became two people, they parted and went in opposite directions, the man heading east, the woman heading west. Traffic cleared. I went back to work.

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