Saw something strange on my way to the office this morning: a man bicycling toward 7th Avenue on 51st Street with... something stuck in the spokes of his back wheel. I'm used to that, from the old neighborhood. But it wasn't a baseball card snapping in his spokes. Nor was it a Spaldine.

It was a bagel.

Very bizarre. I thought of him later as I sat through an 8 a.m. meeting where a continental breakfast had been ordered -- but had not arrived. Everyone was rather surly about the lack of food and I imagined what might have happened if that man had somehow bicycled past the open door of the conference room.

He wouldn't have known what hit him.