July is almost gone, it is sad to note. In going through all my stuff this week (with the boys away, I can pull out all my pack-rat accretions and do some massive spring cleaning!) I came across a notation I made to myself regarding an incident in July 1989. Alane had come to visit -- she wanted to see NYC, and to do it she was willing to actually spend some time iwth me! So we left my place in Valhalla and got Guido, then drove into Queens, woke up Mike Yee (after remarking upon the Sunbeam he had on blocks in the driveway) and we all went into Manhattan. We had just gone in and out of the Chrysler building lobby hoping to find an observation deck:

To spite old man Chrysler and all his appalling lack of planning, we went to the observation deck of the Empire State Building. On the way we passed a homeless man sitting on the sidewalk who read the front of my torn Xavier gym shirt.
“Hey, Xavier—“ the man yelled.
Oh, great. Another joker, I thought.
“—You’re out of uniform!”
That was actually funny.
“One of your class-mates?” Mike asked.

That was also the day we stopped to eat at the Automat.